| To the victor the spoils
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| As I lay here seduced by the power of my ill begotten gains
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| Outside — War! |
| The ruthless slay
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| Basking in horrors as my tyranny reigns
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| But even now I can’t resist
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| Pounding bone with my studded fist
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| Dawn brings promise but I was cursed at birth
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| To rule or die like a storm upon this earth
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| As a mercenary first I came to be
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| Then the armies hailed and bowed to me!
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| Wolf, serpent, ritual fire
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| Blackens the skies like a fucking pyre
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| Behold my banner kneel to me
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| Behold my banner my legions see
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| There’s a demon behind these eyes — pitch black eyes
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| Cruel undead, relentless beast
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| Animal now as always been
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| For some are born with the curse
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| The curse of knowing, and seeing with pitch black eyes
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| Wolf, serpent, ritual fire
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| Chokes the skies like a blackened pyre |