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Wandering warlord, tales of horror |
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quest and saga snares the batterer |
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Fallen victim taken capture, wheel of pain |
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gives strength to un-mastered |
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Chained and shackled, earthen toil |
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made to serve the whips and lashes |
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Quench your thirst and drink this bottle |
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the warrior's chains are self inflicted |
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Lay the steps upon the mountain |
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open gates reveal the temple |
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Quench your thirst and drink this bottle |
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the warrior's chains are self inflicted |
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Mirrored armor reflects squalor |
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a day will come when I will conquer |
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Take your stand and cross my line |
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the eye Aleph has seen my kind |