| She waits for it for many years
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| It comes in the shape of a crow
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| He’s got the steel of souls
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| He wants the sword from you
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| It’s made of dust of souls
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| He would kill for that
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| Die
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| Now it’s mine
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| With the steel he walks away
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| The might is him
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| He needs a sacrifice
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| In order to feel the force
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| It’s made of dust of souls
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| He wants another heart
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| Die
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| Your heart is mine
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| Feel the steel in your heart
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| Because he needs your soul
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| He needs your soul to boost his might
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| Feel the steel in your heart
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| You take painful leave
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| Dust surrounds the sword
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| Give him force |