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The wolves bark with wind in summertime. |
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As the moon passes the shadows. |
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It was a grim tale. |
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The wolves pry the limbs from the conquered ones. |
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Carnage consumes the emptiness. |
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Wait till my spirits come forth. |
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Violate all his chosen ones. |
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Drink the fires of death. |
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Carrying the deaths of his fallen warriors deep inside of him, in his eyes. |
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Walk upon this |
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Earth tonight, carrying the staff of cold souls. |
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Appear the sign of evil will. |
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They appear, |
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Death and |
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Destruction, to a time (when) the angel cries. |
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Open your eyes again now, he is here. |
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He is the master of fear. |
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He is the wind, |
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He is the storm. |
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He is the woods, |
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He is the roots. |
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Nobody will escape the wrath of the |
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Tyrant. Forever the |
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Beast shall wander the |
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Earth. |
