| Like thieves in the night
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| Collectors of lives
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| Within the dark they strike unnoticed
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| Each trained how to fight
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| In the absence of light
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| Their methods lie cloaked in silence
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| Souls who’ve lost their way
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| With nowhere to go
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| Have now found a place
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| Among the league of shadows
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| Each masked in disguise
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| Speaking only lies
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| Bearing the mark of the order
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| Skilled to conceal and hide
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| And if need be die
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| Many a man thy’ve dispatched to their makr
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| Souls who’ve lost their way
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| With nowhere to go
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| Have now found a place
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| Among the league of shadows
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| The league of shadows
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| Among the league of shadows
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| Dismissed as ghosts or dreams
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| The gatherer of screams
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| Stalking reapers with a sole purpose
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| A price to be paid
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| Passage to the grave
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| Death without a face walks among us
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| Souls who’ve lost their way
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| With nowhere to go
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| Have now found a place
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| Among the league of shadows
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| Masters of the blade
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| With names now unknown
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| Have now found a place
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| Among the league of shadows |