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What have we done, us children of the ancient dragon whose lives ended by the scythe of death? |
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Where are our earned virtue, the endless feast and women? |
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We now only meet |
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Darkness in these mists. |
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Why have we fallen for the lies of the dragon, and condemned our souls into his void? |
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Endless torture of our souls. |
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Eternal despair has commenced. |
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Our destiny, the flames around us lit it all. |
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In the distance we one heard faint songs of praise. |
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Coming from the |
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King's court, where they knew no sorrow. |
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But no one could deny the eternal screams of horror. |
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What have we done, us children of the ancient dragon, misled by the many lies of the beast? |
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Now we dwell, where we did not want to be. |
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Insanity, despair, horror ever ongoing. |
