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Wiil I ever find out the sour of fear |
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The sour of scare |
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And walk on the entire range of being |
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Far of being near |
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I came here for breezy blood to step on |
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A hill of soil and mud |
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I walked till here to feel my spear |
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I obey my lordly prime, I sharpen my |
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steel to sharpen my fear |
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And breaking my awe's chain, my |
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sparkly view their dread will rare |
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Back to the battle where fate calls |
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And the smell of death slyly crawls |
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I sailed till here to drown my fear |
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CHORUS |
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Darkness, dread and tear |
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Make each sense of death to seem so far |
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so near |
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Fire, death and fear |
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I dry me wetly dreams on shields and |
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spears |
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Darkness, dread and tear |
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Fire, death and fear |
