| Centuries of terrestrial life force flowing through our fingertips.
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| Spirits of our ancestors guiding our hands.
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| Supernatural entities benevolent and fused with nature, blessing our minds with
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| endearing wisdom and the passion of warriors.
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| A lone stranger will come to save us.
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| A brewing tempest in the skin of a man.
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| Brace for stainless steel, rendered useless by hand carven passion of the arrow
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| wood.
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| We willing martyrs will die to grant our people their better days.
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| Wolves behind the masks, provoke conflict on our soil.
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| Wolves behind the masks, the cowards descend upon the weak.
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| Wolves behind the masks, walking in our brother’s skins, calling our home their
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| nation.
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| Legendary malevolent creatures seeking souls to devour.
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| Shaping shifting monstrosities, grinding their teeth.
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| Warrior bloodlines flow through me.
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| Brace for stainless steel, rendered useless by hand carven passion of the arrow
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| wood.
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| An omnipotent stranger appears and pauses battle with thunder in his words.
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| I am the silence in piercing sound.
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| Keep me close to you now.
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| I am the shadow that tames the moon and paints the earth.
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| When you feel the heat of that crushing moment, stand by me and never feel
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| alone.
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| I am the silence in piercing sound.
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| I am the night.
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| Breaking the walls that barricade our passion crushing fear.
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| I am the shadow that blackens the moon.
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| A lone stranger has come to save us.
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| A brewing tempest in the skin of a man.
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| The brave warrior cast out the darkness.
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| His words of thunder now calm as the wind.
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| I am the silence in piercing sound.
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| Keep me close to you now.
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| I am the shadow that tames the moon and paints the earth.
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| When you feel the heat of that crushing moment, stand by me, and never feel
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| alone.
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| I am the silence in piercing sound.
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| I am the night.
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| Wolves behind the masks provoke conflict on our soil.
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| Wolves behind the masks.
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| The cowards descend upon the weak.
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| Wolves behind the masks, walking in our brothers skins, calling our home their
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| nation.
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| Break the wall.
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| Breaking the walls that barricade our passion, crushing fear. |