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My pale face glows in the light of fire |
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My hollow eyes see but cannot see |
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I stare deep into the glowing inferno |
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The loss I feel is breaking me |
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I heard their screams |
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Through flaming walls |
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Walls, I could not tear down |
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I could not help them |
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I'd been away for two full years |
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Only to return too late to save them |
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Helplessly, |
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I watched my life go up in flames |
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I pull the sword from the glowing fire |
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And hammer-beat in on the anvil |
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Forging it with rage and hate |
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I will seal my enemy's fate |
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I engrave the blade with magic runes |
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And summon |
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Gods by sacrifice in blood |
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Pure blue hate shines within this sword |
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His magic sword will cut only once |
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No sword has ever been like this one |
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The Avenger is it's name |
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Now, my sworn enemy |
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Vengeance will belong to me |
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A year has gone by |
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Now my sworn enemy |
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It's your turn to die |
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It's your turn to die |
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Die, to die, to die |
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Die, die, die, die, die, die, die |
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The sword cuts through his throat |
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His head tumbles to the ground |
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The headless body lays gently down |
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Down to sleep in a pool of blood |
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The Avenger has lost it's shine |
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The magic is now drained |
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Dull and useless it rests in my hand |
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It's purpose is so fulfilled |
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Now hate is gone but emptiness remains |
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So I turn the blade around |
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And run it through my stomach veins |
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And I fall to the ground, to the ground |
