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I call you, my Master, |
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King of the Ghouls, |
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Bringer of Pain, |
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Wreakerof Sorrow |
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(chorus :) |
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Those are the |
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Children of The Underworld |
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Bitter Venom of gods |
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The Great Storms from Below, |
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Those are THEY |
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I spill the red Water of Life |
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To the stone struck with a sword, |
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That hath slain eleven men |
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And hath spreaded Misery and Blood |
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(chorus) |
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Know that our years are The Years of WAR |
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And our days measured as Battles |
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And every hour is a life lost from |
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The outside of the Sweet World of Sorrow |
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(chorus) |
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Know that our years are The Years of WAR |
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And our days measured as Battles |
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And every hour is a life lost from |
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The outside where every lie is true |
