| On swift wings, make haste across the landscape
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| Thus, you are the messenger of death
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| With black strokes
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| Make your way into the moongate
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| You all-seeing shadow to the earth
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| Yes, you are of black ice
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| And the thunder in the past
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| Thus, you see yourself in the abyss
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| Your visions — The coming of the many
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| A cavalacade in revelations path
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| And with nightfall, conquer all in darkness
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| A crimson sun drowning weak in blood
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| Battles roar in ancient times of warlike days
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| Ever so clear. |
| Endurance until the end!
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| Ascendancy. |
| Slay them all in vengeance, now
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| Stain the ground with poison
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| From their feeble minds
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| Now see the valleys drink the pestilent blood
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| A breeze of flesh across the plains
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| On swift wings, make haste across the landscape
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| Thus, you are the messenger of death
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| With black strokes
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| Make your way into the moongate
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| You all-seeing shadow to the earth |