| A voice from the past cries out to him
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| «Drink the blood and taste the flesh»
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| With no one to fighting and nothing in sight
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| He reluctantly heeds the call
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| «The Guardians of this realm
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| Vanquished and slain
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| By my blade which i wish to regain
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| 'Twas not my will to take his life
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| Nor my lust for blood»
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| It beckons from the lakes of Phlegathon
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| Once obtained by the hands of this Demigod
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| The blade’s hunger, whispers in his ear
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| «Together we’ll eradicate all of your fears
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| Your enemies will drench in the shadow of your reign
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| Supreme you’ll be as they bow to their king»
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| It calls from the lake of Phlegathon
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| Once obtained by the hands of this Demigod
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| Reunite they must
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| It’s their destiny to rule both Hell and the Heavens
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| A voice from the past cries out to him
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| «To drink the blood and taste the flesh!»
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| With no one to fight and nothing in sight
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| He knows his mind is lost
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| A Beckoning Thrall
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| Leads him deeper through the chasm
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| Pressing forth willingly to gain true power
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| To gain true power
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| Beneath his feet in a slush of putrefaction
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| Lie in the gluttonous souls of dead sinners
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| Reaching out for him to save them
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| But their souls are lost
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| Their cries are useless to them
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| Frothing like dogs
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| A void of darkness swells inside of his chest
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| As his hunger grows for the power he once possessed
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| The last flicker of his soul resides
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| Still pure and deep within
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| Immersed in bloodlust
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| And buried by the blade’s deception
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| Twisted in it’s lie
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| Deeper through the hallows he must return
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| His fate now aligned |