| One Thou, the Risen One, Insurgent Mage
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| Who shook the power of gods
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| All that you’ve done, eternal rage It justifies unholy thoughts
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| You fight alone — Young Gods are foes
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| Defending their Hallowed Land
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| You feel so strong
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| Darkness is yours
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| Feel there’s no need to defend You do everything
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| If they ask you for help you help everyone
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| You pity their grief, you will not deny Whether beggar or king
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| Liken mortal to god, there’s no thing that can’t be done
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| But see their belief — they worship the Lie
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| Raise your sword of black in raging flames
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| You challenge gods in Hallowed Land
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| No turning back, it’s not a game
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| The reign of lies must come to end
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| Your armies vast devour the worlds
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| And conquer lands on their way So strong and fast infinite hordes
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| It’s time for Young Gods to pay
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| And the battle’s begun
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| At the gate of the Land that is Hallowed for all
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| Their armies are great, much stronger than yours
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| «Outnumbered you’re gone
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| So prepare for the end, now you’ll suffer your fall
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| Sealed is your fate — you’re out of your force»
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| «How dare you, worthless one encroach on holy things
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| Rakoth now you’ll be gone or slave to Seven Kings»
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| «No way, I’ll die but free or crush the tyrants down
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| My armies cannot flee — they’re led by Darkness Crown»
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| The Hallowed is trembling, igneous gales
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| Summoned from Chaos, incinerate the worlds Lost…
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| The battle’s lost, you’re chained and bound
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| Down to the Bottom of Worlds
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| Ruined is your host, no fame you found
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| Disincarnated by the Lords
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| And all returned — no truth, just lies
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| And Young Gods rule the worlds again
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| But people learnt on your demise
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| And your defeat was not in vain
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| Free spirit lives on
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| And no power for gods to erase it from mind
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| The riot after riot, they know no more rest
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| Now you’re not alone
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| Not the slaves but free men can no longer be blind
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| The times won’t be quiet — your spirit will last |