| In the reaches of the old haunted trees
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| A place where legend speaks of terrible things
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| I’ve heard the rumors of the evil in the hills
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| Spire of the tower a beacon for the damned
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| Its force of will grips you like an unseen hand
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| A blacked spire rises high against the sky
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| Casting shadows on the land
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| You cannot turn away your mind has been possessed
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| Another victim to fulfill the darkened quest
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| Hollowed eyes of all the fools who came too near
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| Set upon the unsuspecting world below
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| Forged long ago in ancient forests
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| Now, alone it stands
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| Against this desolate earth
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| Since long before out time
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| These walls have unleashed plagues of war
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| These fools have unleashed plagues of war
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| Into the land
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| Long ago an ancient malice left its mark
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| Awoken by the curiosity of men
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| Black spire looms above the edifice of pain
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| Calling all its allies to rise up from the pit
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| Drawn towards seduction and the power of the curse
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| The thunder of chaos boils in the sky
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| For on this infernal night the human race dies
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| Force of will, cold and cruel, can’t resist, power of the curse |