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Crusaders walked on this sacred land |
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Blessed by a gathring of sorcerers |
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The eath cried, her heart bled |
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Soiled by the presence of the dirt |
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They came with their snivelling religion |
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Burned this immaculate site |
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Besmirched this majestic landscape |
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All beauty faded with their coming. |
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Crusaders were slaughtered at the great prestness's behest |
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They were emptied of their blood and their viscous were a regal feast |
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Witches built a great keep with the bones of the dastards |
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Impious bastion of the brave |
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In order to check the Christian invasion |
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The black tower screams.... |
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The blood of the apocryphal knights, the lewdness of Christ's slaves |
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Have given a soul to the dark tower |
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It exists to keep black arts sheltered from the hordes of the factitious god |
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See the splendour of our sovereign keep... |
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Secret site of pagan rites |
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Symbol of the war against the cursed invades of Christ. |
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Lost in the mist, the last bastion will survives |
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One day its hatred will glitter again... |
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...ad infinitum. |
