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Whipping tears from the sky,as the forsaked throne embrace it`s soul. |
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With blood on their hands,and high-raised swords,the ancient gods command. |
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Fading the forest the shadows of the past,with the ravens command they march onward. |
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Swear by the moon and the stars in the sky,as they bend down and greet to their gods. |
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A cold mist now hovers their ground,as they gather for war, mighty and proud. |
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Shadows appear from behind the torchlight,slowly arise from the deepest fog. |
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The pestering storms,the raging battles forward from the north. |
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An ancient myth of a time to come,a black hole, an empty grave. |
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A birth of a forthcoming master,the darkening sky. |
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The fallen life as the stars die,in the gloom they rise. |
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The crowned one`s,of ancient times. |
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Fading the forest the shadows of the past,with the ravens command they march onward. |
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