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She waits for it for many years |
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It comes in the shape of a crow |
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He's got the steel of souls |
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He wants the sword from you |
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It's made of dust of souls |
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He would kill for that |
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Die |
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Now it's mine |
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With the steel he walks away |
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The might is him |
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He needs a sacrifice |
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In order to feel the force |
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It's made of dust of souls |
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He wants another heart |
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Die |
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Your heart is mine |
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Feel the steel in your heart |
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Because he needs your soul |
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He needs your soul to boost his might |
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Feel the steel in your heart |
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You take painful leave |
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Dust surrounds the sword |
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Give him force |
