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Hopelessly lost, a battle not won |
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You're running in panic, |
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Away from the guns |
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Panic is striking at those all around |
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Beware the Grim Reaper, |
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He rests all around |
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My name is evil |
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Soon you shall see |
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You will obey me |
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Or wetch your self bleed |
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Fight for your life, with cold steel at hand |
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Run for the forest, live off of the land |
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You'll seek the dark shadows |
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for there safety lies |
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It rests with the tarot, |
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You hear the wolves cry |
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My name is evil |
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Soon you shall see |
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You will obey me |
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Or wetch your self bleed |
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Stop for a rest, jump at all sounds |
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Hot on your trail, pursuit all around |
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You're leaping from cover, |
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Your sword fills your hand |
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You fight your last battle |
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Make your last stand |
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My name is evil |
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Soon you shall see |
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You will obey me |
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Or wetch your self bleed |
