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Back before the dawn of recorded history |
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When we were judged by honour, battle scars and deeds |
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I was known to all as marching death |
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Now there's nowhere for you to go |
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Be counted, fight for victory, you shall beg |
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Escape my wrath, or fall to my blood greed |
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Die! Or surrender, there's a line drawn in the sand |
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When it's time to run or die make your final stand |
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Black as midnight massacres, fuel my hate |
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Hollow as the forms, that now lie scattered in my wake |
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Smell the stench of death it's calling me! |
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I'm not the hero, have I really gone insane? |
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Why must I take away tomorrow? |
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Killing dosn't ease the pain |
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Only death will comfort me |
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Years can I make memories fade |
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That fateful day that blackened me |
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Swift as a raven I fly |
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Smashing down those who face me! |
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Save me from myself! |
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Come to the place below and see all the dark things |
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Make your final stand! |
