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Wandering in Thy wastelands |
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Far away from the heavenly autocrat |
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Close to Thee I chose to repose |
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Liberated from God's wrath |
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Exile!!! |
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right!! we are the rebels |
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The battle-cry of men |
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The screams in the living woods |
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It echoes in the valley |
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Yet the darkness remains mute |
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The outcome of the spell |
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It weaves a cloak of darkness |
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Which will harvest the new leader |
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The sweet whispers of betrayal |
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A black empire, eternal winter |
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Frozen fields, eternal cold |
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I can taste the blood from the winds of the moon |
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I can find the spirit through the mountains of frost |
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we can't fear the death when the war began |
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we will sacrifice while our bloody winds blow |
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The age of wolves |
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Hunger and despair |
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Now our wisdom |
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Is swallowed by ancient hate |
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Hammer crushes cross |
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Inverted by the unbound |
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Dark clouds gather, the light retreats |
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A black empire, eternal winter |
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Frozen fields, eternal cold |
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I can taste the blood from the winds of the moon |
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I can find the spirit through the mountains of frost |
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we can't fear the death when the war began |
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we will sacrifice while our bloody winds blow |
