| FUOCO, PIANTO, SANGUE, CANCRO / MORTE
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| NERA DENTRO ME / SACRA LOTTA DURA CRUDA
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| DIIDEALI SENZA ETA'/ QUANDO CORPUS
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| MORIETUR FAC UT ANIMAE DONETUR / SAD DARK
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| ANGEL WRITE THE POEM’S EVIL PAGE
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| FUOCO, PIANTO, SANGUE, CANCRO / MORTE
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| NERA DENTRO ME / SACRA LOTTA DURA CRUDA
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| DIIDEALI SENZA ETA'/ QUANDO CORPUS
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| MORIETUR FAC UT ANIMAE DONETUR / SAD DARK
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| ANGEL WRITE THE POEM’S EVIL PAGE
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| Yes, my dear friends, the sun shining on our beloved
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| lands seems to not be the same anymore… / from
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| when the magic sword was handled by the black king
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| Akron none of us… none of us can sleep peacefully…
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| he’s clearly preparing his plans of war to attack the
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| people of these wonderful valleys… / the ancient
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| towns of Elnor and Thorald will be surely the first goals
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| in his ambitious and cruel dream of conquest…
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| Come mighty warrior… come to help your… your…
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| Oh god… oh god… no… / They found it, they found
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| it… the ancient words are going to be pronounced…
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| thanks to the cosmic power of the emerald weapon
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| the book of the dead kept by the dark angel is now
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| open and the rites of blood are going to begin…
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| Oh no, god… oh no… I hear those damned words…
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| Necros, Dagma, Atra, Krona… / I hear them… Necros,
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| Dagma, Atra, Krona
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| Necros, Dagma, Atra, Krona… / I hear them… Necros,
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| Dagma, Atra, Krona…
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| The abyss will soon spit out thousands of demoniac
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| creatures and she will be back to lead them all!!!
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| Why? |
| Why? |
| The godforsaken bitch ancient servant of Kron will be free from the spell that was trapping her
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| in the crytpts of the ghostland… what the fathers of my father were able to do is going to end… / Oh yes,
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| I knew it… I knew it! |
| / …the power of the emerald
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| sword in the wrong hands can lead to these tragic results…
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| I knew it! |
| / …the waves of the oceans will soon
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| become giants attacking our towns… and if we don’t organize / a valid controffensive to stop those
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| creatures this will only be a tragic… / a tragic prelude
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| to an announced… massacre!
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| FUOCO, PIANTO, SANGUE, CANCRO / MORTE
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| NERA DENTRO ME / SACRA LOTTA DURA CRUDA
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| DIIDEALI SENZA ETA'/ QUANDO CORPUS
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| MORIETUR FAC UT ANIMAE DONETUR
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| My dear Elnor, Thorald… the dark angel is now
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| sheding his tears… / …fight for your past, fight for
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| your future… Elnor, Thorald… resist… resist! |