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Rising higher it grasps the sky overturning it's sense of time |
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Bound in iron strong hand break free denounced it's capture with raging flee |
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Its streams of colors blinds all keen eyes |
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Incandescent power its dark spirit flies |
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Focus, seize it, flee it, strife |
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Weak minds they wonder the weak must bow down |
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Rising from down under it's advanced mind astounds |
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Flagrance enlightens it draws you near |
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Then sends you broken deep filled with fear |
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The fear to realize what shall be done |
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Taking sinners, liars, cheats, for their souls he's come |
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Conceive, lured, realize, deceived |
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A dark tale spoken from past told word |
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One who disconcerns himself towards fate he's lured |
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Devise a motion beyond what's true |
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Or the air that will surround you is what no man ever knew |
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An act of mental warfare to strengthen evil form |
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Raise the deceased wicked ruler to repeat times moral wrongs |
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Dark Tale |