| Inhuman greed over worthless gain
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| Spiteful aim to reign over hallowed
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| Despite the signs so clear of the godless bane
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| And the forthcoming outcome of deprivation
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| They’ll shiver as their reverence grows thin
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| They’ll hear our screams when they sleep
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| As the last home of ours is destroyed
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| We’ll haul their lands to the yomi’s void
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| Kutabare, kiero!
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| Echoes haunt the shrines in the vale
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| As greed overcomes the sense of faith
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| Hands ruled by craving overblown
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| Commence to raze our sacred stone
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| Now we breed in the corners of the night
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| Inside the walls and in their mind
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| Our being glares from all things true
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| From lanterns and kettles to shadows and rooms…
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| Their blood will soak the hallow ground
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| This is our voice, it shall be heard
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| When the night turns to cavort of chaos and gore
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| Spirits shall curse this land forevermore
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| Shattered to the ground our abode
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| The last hearth of life, now burning with rage
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| Oh, how Otoroshi cries, duty eternal destroyed
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| Never shall man roam this land for we are their deaths convoy
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| Their blood will soak the hallow ground
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| This is our voice, it shall be heard
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| When the night turns to cavort of chaos and gore
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| Spirits shall curse this land forevermore
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| Kutabare, kiero!
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| Shinitamae, kiero!
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| Kutabare, kiero!
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| Konoyo wo deteyuke!
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| Our voice shall be heard! |