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Better run from the wicked maiden, she's a war machine |
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She strikes without a warning, bring you to your knees |
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Her realm is filled with fire, across the battlefield |
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I see the death toll rising, a wound that never heals |
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Can you see it? Can you feel it? |
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Don't believe it? Think you're dreaming? |
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Runaway! |
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You want to wake from this chilling nightmare, but you're not asleep |
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Stories tell of mutilation, enough to make you weep |
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In the name of an old religion or free democracy |
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Many soldiers falling under the sword of fallacy |
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In the heat of the confrontation, better say you're prayers |
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For the dawn of a new salvation, death is everywhere |
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Can you see it? Can you feel it? |
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Don't believe it? Think you're dreaming? |
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Runaway, from the wicked maiden |
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Runaway from the deadly war machine |
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Runaway from the evil monster |
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Runaway from the one who makes you scream |
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Wicked maiden! |
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Runaway, from the wicked maiden |
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Hideaway from the deadly war machine |
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Runaway from the evil monster |
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Hideaway from the one that makes you bleed |
