| A vision of unworthy sacrifice.
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| Forgotten prodigy here he lies.
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| Alone and unlamented fade away.
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| Defaced and scorned in trivial portray.
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| The vision fades, the hero takes his leave.
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| Those fickle Gods, he could not believe
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| Bereft of glory, immortality
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| This broken image what may come to be
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| He will face his end alone.
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| The hero stands there, gazing at the sky
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| Torn from within, lets out a silent cry
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| His fate reforged, darkness to guide his path
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| He swore not to die an empty death
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| As the blood red sky comes closing in
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| The quest for power will begin
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| A life of evil, a life of sin
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| Let out the hate that lies within
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| I am immortal
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| I am the bane of man
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| I am eternal
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| I am the plague on this world
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| I am immortal
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| Your name is scorned
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| I am eternal
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| You’ll not be mourned
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| A mere shadow of his glory past
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| Depraved and mad he cut down to the last
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| Countless souls before his defeat
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| Until a true hero rose up to meet
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| As his rage and anger are all but spent
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| For all his power, he could not prevent
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| No one can escape their destiny
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| Tartarus claim him for all eternity
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| And now, the circle is complete
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| I am immortal
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| I am the bane of man
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| I am eternal
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| I am the plague on this world |