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My thoughts are dark they speak of deep anger among the tombstones, |
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I walk. The remains of my people is entombed here. |
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There's no one left - but me. |
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I have sworn by my own blood that this undoing will be revenged by my fathers sword. |
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I will speak to the god of war and my hail shall be heard |
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I will hunt these weak infidels. |
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My people's souls must be given their rest, they must be given their rest, |
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I will hunt! |
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Through sorrow and hatred |
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I will gather my strength never shall |
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I rest, until my dying day |
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I will hunt! |
