| Pounding terror becomes the loss of all fear
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| Breathing the cinders — The stars will turn to dust
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| Do it — Bring the spears of sacred doom
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| Agony is the real war king
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| We redeem the mortal sins
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| The undefeated scourge walking dead
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| Bring the siblings, the seed of lords that were free
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| Bleed the worms that feed upon their trust
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| Blood
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| Afterglow of this world undone
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| Now give me more
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| The dead scrolls have become entwined
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| Now give me blood
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| War — the knights raise the flags of hoar
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| So weak — The knights left this world cold
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| Do it — Bring the spears of sacred doom
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| Agony is the real war king
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| We redeem the mortal sins
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| The undefeated scourge walking dead
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| Blood
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| Afterglow of this world undone
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| Now give me more
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| The dead scrolls have become entwined
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| Battered sore skin besieges the heart of this faith
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| Inverting the words to turn this book to ash
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| Believe — Consume — Defy
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| Return this world to ash
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| For me — For you — For life
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| Return this world to ash for you to thrive |