| So!
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| (Ohh-ohh-ohh
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| Ohh-ohh-ohh
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| Ohh-ohh-ohh
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| Ohh-ohh-ohh
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| Ohh-ohh-ohh
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| Ohh-ohh-ohh
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| Ohhh…)
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| After the carnage, steam rises through snow
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| You have been consigned to the Abyss of Woe
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| My eldritch war-suit is pasted with brains
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| This empty feeling
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| All that remains!
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| (Red with rage)
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| I abide in the pit of woe
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| (Red with rage)
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| Crucified in the Abyss of Woe
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| (Red with rage)
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| And for my crime, this is my time
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| My unholy crime
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| (Ohh-ohh-ohh
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| Ohh-ohh-ohh
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| Ohh-ohh-ohh
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| Ohh-ohh-ohh
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| Ohh-ohh-ohh
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| Ohh-ohh-ohh
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| Ohh-ohh-ohh
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| Ohhh…)
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| The cycle of torment, the pleasure of sin
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| Licking the lap where my load must begin
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| I rode a tide of vengeance that could never be denied
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| Hail the crimson blur!
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| Violence has arrived!
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| (Red with rage)
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| I abide in the pit of woe
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| (Red with rage)
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| Crucified in the Abyss of Woe
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| (Red with rage)
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| And for my crime, this is my time
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| My unholy
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| Crime!
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| The trail of our campaign attracted great scorn
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| But we ventured onwards through the Tundra of Tor
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| Soon I had attracted a posse of trolls
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| Who’d grown fat and sloppy from the roasting of souls!
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| But we were surrounded at the Valley of Krin
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| And it was a battle we never could win
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| But still I hacked madly with my back to a wall
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| Heeding the horn of my funeral call
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| The mutilated millions I was born to appall
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| Heads leap from shoulders as they flock to the mall
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| The Butcher of Bertok, Infernal Throne
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| Laid waste to usurpers 'til I stood all alone
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| Ripped out guts!
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| Gouged out eyes!
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| If you kill them
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| They will die!
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| Red with rage |