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Corroded has become my sword |
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And weight has gathered into my shield |
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Nations conquered and enemies slain |
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Now standing weary on a blood red battlefield |
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Longing for a rival |
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Adversary worth the ichor |
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To gain relief |
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I was storming into my demise |
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Like Icaros towards the sun |
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Flames of the empyrium set me on fire |
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Ashes to ashes and dust to dust |
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Perpetual circle of life |
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Behold the golden feathers of phoenix rising |
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Reforged has become my blade |
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And weight was lifted from my shield |
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Burning kingdoms |
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Thrones scorched and seared |
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Tombstone of the fall that once was feared |
