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Can't you see what you have wrought here? |
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Bloody battles will be fought here |
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May the mountains rise against you |
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May the orests block your path |
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May your axes chip and shatter |
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And know it is my wrath |
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I would mount your head on bloody spears |
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Outside your palace gates |
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And watch as crows peck out your eyes |
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And your cities are laid to waste |
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Can't you see what you have wrought here? |
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A curse on you and all your kin |
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Bloody battles will be fought here |
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Await your doom at empire's end |
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May the rivers rush to drown you |
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May the earth swallow your hosts |
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May the winter's wolves surround you |
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And rip the live from your throat |
