| In vain they fight
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| They have fell from their throne
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| As the light faded from the horizon
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| The ones of the nocturne awake
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| Darkness grants them its blessing
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| And sends them out to hunt
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| Air is steaming as the horde leave its nest
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| Frost is covering the ground
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| All life shall be raped by the dark
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| As the resources expire
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| The only thing that keeps
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| The last bits of human race going
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| Is pure instinct of survival
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| A herd of weaklings is lost in the ruins
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| And panic is starting to rise
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| The troops of decay smell their fear
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| And are ready to strike
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| Air is steaming as the horde leave its nest
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| Frost is covering the ground
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| All life shall be raped by the dark
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| The scavenger of apocalypse
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| Will hunt you down
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| Until no life breeds
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| Until no life breeds
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| Until no life breeds
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| Behind the curtains of thorns
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| Far from the landscape of demise
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| Air freezes as the horde leaves the nest
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| All life shall be raped by the dark |