| In vain it’s come down, the sin of selfish gain
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| It’s dropped a binding sheet of action to the brain
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| With untamed violence, we move for powers lair
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| Black magic’s practice full in spirit and in prayer
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| I see this going down, four corners of this world
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| I’m gonna end it all, towards glory I’ll be hurled
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| I’ll burn the evil and the crown it wears
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| A fire bright to cleanse the fear it bears
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| And in return the only price I ask is clear
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| A eulogy for all the battles I will bear
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| I’ll face terror of war being penned
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| And swing a mighty sword of world without end
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| And when the evil laughs at battle with it’s might
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| The words I speak will drown
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| Their courage and their flight
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| I’ve taken to the flight of glory
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| I’ll turn new pages of your story
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| The power of my passions bright
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| Evil bows done to one’s tremendous height
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| I’m marching out, the leader in command
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| I have the men behind to corners of the land
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| Infesting world crime, inflicting without care
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| Carved in my arms the victories I wear
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| I’ll burn the evil and the crown it wears
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| A fire bright to cleanse the fear it bears
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| And in return the only price I ask is clear
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| A eulogy for all the battles I will bear
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| I’ve gained the eulogy forever more
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| A prize of battle and the reign endured |