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I glare at what has become |
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Under these darkened grey skies |
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I cry out for my death |
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To seek the land of horror and pain |
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These piercing blades of steel |
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Is the way for us to die |
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The sword cuts through the sky |
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But no cries are heard, not one |
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I forever close my eyes |
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Immortal I have become |
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All life seeps from my skin |
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My ambition is now complete |
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I am the ruthless lord |
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Of this ancient realm |
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I spread this plague of fears |
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As a saviour eternally damned |
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In a world where the skies reign blood |
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And the pitiful and weak are none |
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All glory shall come again |
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In these forms of purest black |
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We praise the chants of war |
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We slaughter the sick and weak |
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Raise our swords to kill |
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For our Reich of impurity and hate |