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Blackest shadow full of death |
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The Blond beast comes marching in |
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Sender of fear and abhorrence rise |
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Through clouds of ash and decay |
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Black birds of carrion follow |
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He comes to fill the graveyards up |
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Setting sails towards your last mask |
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Through bleeding wounds yet to come |
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The gentle touch of violin strings |
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The crows of death and ashes sing |
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... the Blond beast |
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Enraptured wolf-packs high on blood |
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Bohemia, Moravia |
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A funeral nation with a funeral urge |
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Local morale pulverized |
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None dare to raise a hand |
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Exile revolt - nails of doom |
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Protectorate within your grasp |
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All opposition erased |
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The gentle touch of violin strings |
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The crows of death and ashes sing |
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Gently caressed by Azrael's wings ...the Blond beast |
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The gentle touch of violin strings |
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The crows of death and ashes sing ...the Blond beast |
