| Morning oh dreadful dawn, spread your pale dim light
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| Reign for your last time over lands once so bright
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| But your energy shall be weak, and soon to die
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| So die in pain my dear, expire, goodbye…
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| Ages has past since your eyes enlightened the earth
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| From a source of light that gave all godness birth
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| But your energy is weak and soon to die
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| The ground is sour from the evil that here lie
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| I have come to challenge your ways
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| Light’s bane — The Last of your days
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| Oh broken wings — My darkness enslaves
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| Allow me to erase your feeble race
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| Morning, so feeble dawn, spread no pale dim light
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| You’ve been breeding for your last time, a source without
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| Might
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| An epitaph oh lost worthlessness — Still echoes your last
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| Cries
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| The earth is pure of the evil that here thrives
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| I have come to challenge your ways
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| Light’s bane — The Last of your days
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| Oh broken wings — My darkness enslaves
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| Allow me to erase your feeble race
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| What marks the death of 'god' is the twilight for a dark age
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| His creation being plagued with the venomous blood of ours
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| The sky suffocates eclipsed by a black mist of hatred
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| Where goodness cannot reach the fire burns in dark flames
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| I have come to challenge your ways
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| Light’s bane — The Last of your days
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| Oh broken wings — My darkness enslaves
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| Will you allow me to erase your feeble race? |