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Grow, your message here. |
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And let is burn across my heart. |
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Dark fears, are gathering ahead. |
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Dark fears, these shadowed accursed |
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will flee before your sweeping arm. |
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Held fast, the terrors of the night. |
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Held fast, the weight of despair. |
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Deceivers you have cast aside. |
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This message a fire, that grows. |
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You've etched across my heart. |
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Decrying the menace below. |
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We're standing, a light in the dark. |
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Make me, a weapon in your hands. |
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Make me, a sword that you wield. |
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Use me in this phantom war. |
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Unbound, your spirit now unleashed. |
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Unbound, the edge of the blade |
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is pressing back these doom, foresworn. |
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We're standing, a light in the dark. |
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An explicit reminder, a warning. |
