| In between the sword and flesh, feelings reveal the nature of man.
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| Songs of hate of flow through our nature like water of blood.
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| Sounds of the last breath is the hunger of man, survive the strong.
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| The way of the mankind thus feelings exsist, but do not show.
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| Chosen by veins, fate does now mean what is shows, it waits but does not feel.
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| Save what there is not, so drowned in sorrow, there is no end.
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| Mankind stands resolve what path to go, make your way to battle and fight.
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| Follow to the frozen ground, choose one of the thousand trails and take a stand.
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| Makes a mans blood pure when noble do, hypocrisy saves the life you enjoy.
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| To evoke the lunacy that beholds would pain then suffer.
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| Wake what ever it will but do not show what bones do tell.
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| Snow covers the time, what path thus this cover, enigma flow with the bones.
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| The woum of blood, birth of faith, what god there is to come.
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| Drip the drop of sorrow, into the lake of hope.
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| So the taste may change, thus many answear so lives.
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| Shallow be thy name.
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| Mankind stands resolve what path to go, make your way to battle and fight.
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| Follow to the frozen ground, choose one of the thousand trails and take a stand.
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| Willing to pass, by evil to fight, is willing to godness so weakness.
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| Show the flesh what anguish does to pain and soul.
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| Free the anguish that the wind brings, to tell the few.
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| Hope is weak and acting is strong, to be must show with force. |