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A brooch upon his ample chest |
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Bedecked in simple splendour |
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Glistening fear upon his brow |
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His mouth as dry as bone |
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Sharpened sword his father bore |
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Strapped to his side so proud |
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Virgin blood enters the fray onward to fatal embrace |
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And with a sound like the heavens bursting asunder |
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Shield upon shield |
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Blade upon blade |
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Flash of spear |
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Lifeblood flowing |
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And in the midst of it all |
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Pungent stench of fear |
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With veins afire |
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I will kill |
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With veins afire |
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I will maim |
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With veins afire |
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I exalt in the letting of blood |
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With veins afire |
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I revel in the crimson spray |
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The heart knows how it feels to beat wings like a bee |
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Darkening mists which make it much clearer to see |
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Nothing can halt the dance while he is in motion |
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To overcome tastes to him sweeter than any potion |
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Glistening scarlet globules leaving tralls upon the air |
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Savage and unyielding, maim and overcome |
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Grisly sense of satisfaction, my dark side reigns |
