| Who will strike them with lightnings…
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| Yaa, yaa. |
| yaaaaooo!
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| Son of the sky walks the earth seared by sin and pain. |
| He walks towards the
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| final war
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| The war: man against the hordes of beast-men. |
| Alone he gazes the sky for
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| guidance, no!
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| And yet he knows no desolation. |
| He knows it’s his final day. |
| The rune of death,
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| grave and salvation… he’d write upon the face of fallen friends
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| When I call my fathers name I open up the righteous rune of bane
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| And unleased his power on the beastmen who died, and stayed dead
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| Upon calling his father’s very name… he’d open up the righteous rune of bane!
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| And unleash its power upon the beast-men. |
| Who will die and forever stay… dead!
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| He will return to breed and prosper. |
| Once again the land would rise
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| No signs of threat left down here will remain. |
| But left is still the war of
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| death and vain
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| Who will strike them with lightnings…
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| Yaa, yaa. |
| yaaaaooo!
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| «Son, read runes gaze into them, you who’d slay or be slain. |
| In the very end of
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| time of righteousness, hide your blood in a cave.» |