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On swift wings, make haste across the landscape |
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Thus, you are the messenger of death |
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With black strokes, |
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Make your way into the moongate |
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You all-seeing shadow to the earth |
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Yes, you are of black ice |
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And the thunder in the past |
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Thus, you see yourself in the abyss |
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Your visions - The coming of the many |
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A cavalacade in revelations path |
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And with nightfall, conquer all in darkness |
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A crimson sun drowning weak in blood |
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Battles roar in ancient times of warlike days |
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Ever so clear. Endurance until the end! |
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Ascendancy. Slay them all in vengeance, now |
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Stain the ground with poison |
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From their feeble minds |
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Now see the valleys drink the pestilent blood |
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A breeze of flesh across the plains |
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On swift wings, make haste across the landscape |
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Thus, you are the messenger of death |
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With black strokes, |
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Make your way into the moongate |
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You all-seeing shadow to the earth |
