| Seeking guidance from the ancient ones
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| A power and strength from an elder world
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| To quench my thirst
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| For bloodlust and war
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| Combining my heart and my sword as one
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| Silencing the lives of thousands
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| Unleash the beast
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| Reside in the house of squalor
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| My eyes betray my emptiness
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| Rejoice in the house of hatred
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| Bright forth the loathing
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| No taste for remorse
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| No desire to forgive
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| Honed for murder, the hopeless writhe
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| All tools become weapons in my eyes
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| I stand before you
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| Alone, you will drown, in the blood
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| Left by the son
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| Violence nurtured, into torture
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| Give me the strength, through their death
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| Souls are consumed, with each strike
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| Mass destruction, of all life
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| Guiding my hand against the next
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| Into my heart souls become one
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| My strength is derived, from my bloodlust
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| Guiding my hand against the next
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| Into my heart their souls become one
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| My strength is derived, from thy bloodlust |