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my pale soul shines under my moon on one of my bold mountains i stand i hold my torch high up against my black sky the skulls in my belt glow in the light of the moon so does my sword more and more as the unpure blood runs off and down on my bold strong mountain if runs my mountain drinks it calls the rain it calls my father brutally they come as thunder they slam their powers deep into my pale soul i scream in pain and lust my wind brings the rain from my mighty oceans my black sky is still clear i scream and laugh as i dance the dance of war under my moon in my storm on one of my seven mountains |
