| Hollow days
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| We wake to confrontation
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| Tribulations at hand
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| As the Earth is heeling towards an abyss
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| Cosmic powers are summoned
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| In ceremonial rites of spirit
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| At dawn
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| A blaze will be unleashed
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| As the black horde storms
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| We prepare for the onslaught
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| Moving in marches
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| To gather upon the plains
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| We guard the gates
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| And repel the storm
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| Sworn to an oath
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| Deadly patterns
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| Infecting the roots of our living
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| Dwelling in the depths
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| The adversities of man
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| Hidden in the darkness
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| Marauders are watching
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| At dawn
|
| A blaze will be unleashed
|
| As the black horde storms
|
| We prepare for the onslaught
|
| Moving in marches
|
| To gather upon the plains
|
| We guard the gates
|
| And repel the storm
|
| Sworn to an oath
|
| As the black horde storms
|
| We prepare for the onslaught
|
| Moving in marches
|
| To gather upon the plains
|
| We guard the gates
|
| And repel the storm
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| Sworn to an oath
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| The liberated shall walk the brightened path |