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Hallowed be the richer land. |
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God, he knows how long I've stayed away. |
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From here there's no way back |
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To my own world of disease. |
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I still here you cry out |
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From the old cellar tonight. |
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Reading the rune of medieval. |
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The inner voice stops never asking why. |
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I came from nowhere. The bringer of a new age's gone. |
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Don't fear my evil. Fate, so God, please lead me through. |
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Forgotten realms of golden days come true on armory. |
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I'll finish what I started once. My body beam again. |
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So I'm falling down. |
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Returning of the miracles. |
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It's my own requiem. |
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The jester's tears, they are inside me. |
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Agony's the script for my requiem. |
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Returning of the miracles. |
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It's my own requiem. |
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Is the script already written? |
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Jester's tears I cry. |
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Yes, I cry. |
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Oh, I'll once feel the pain of their attack. |
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Believing the runes, that I'd be back. |
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(Divided she's brought against the evil?) |
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(Divided she'd burn against the evil?) |
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(We violate his birth against the evil?) |
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The mad crops enthralled by another god. |
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Come, torment, taste my last revenge. |
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I can't fail. |
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I can feel the pain of thousands. |
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Crucify, crucify. |
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Bring us back medieval centuries. |
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Without you we all have to die. |
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Save us from the evil storm. |
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You know the answers, come save us tonight. |
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Returning of the miracles. |
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It's my own requiem. |
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The jester's tears, they are inside me. |
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Agony's the script for my requiem. |
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Returning of the miracles. |
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It's my own requiem. |
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Is the script already written? |
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Jester's tears I cry. |
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Yes, I cry. |
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Battle rages higher and higher. |
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Akron starts to feel my hate. |
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There's no escaping for the dark souls |
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I can't control anymore, anymore. |
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What started in the underworld, |
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It should be finished here and now. |
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I know his tricks, black magic power. |
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But now it's time for him to say goodbye. |
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There's only one thing left, the dawn shall arrive. |
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We've got to get it past, fear the dark side. |
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Turn off his light. |
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Turn off his light. |
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Returning of the miracles. |
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It's my own requiem. |
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The jester's tears, they are inside me. |
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Agony's the script for my requiem. |
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Returning of the miracles. |
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It's my own requiem. |
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Is the script already written? |
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Jester's tears I cry. |
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Yes, I cry. |