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Into the vast forest of death I welcome thee |
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Sharpen the blade of my iron sword |
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Light the fires on the torch, soon you'll realize your impending doom |
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A choir of daggers cut from below |
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A dark soul illuminates under the blood moon's glow |
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The shrill horn of death, under a blackened sky |
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As the lightning strikes, we'll creep through the night |
| [01:40.574] |
Panthior, this is the end. A viscous circle has broken at the seam |
| [01:47.589] |
No regrets, your name is void |
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The spectral wolf howls at the frostbitten sky |
| [01:55.622] |
A choir of daggers cut from below |
| [02:01.894] |
A dark soul illuminates under the blood moon's glow |
| [02:08.167] |
The shrill horn of death, under a blackened sky |
| [02:14.938] |
As the lightning strikes, we'll creep through the night |
| [02:39.955] |
We forage through the sacred ruins |
| [02:44.984] |
A celestial force demands the tipping of the scales |
| [03:03.691] |
To Secartha now, with unruly force |
| [03:13.480] |
Vehement opposition, take back the throne |
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We'll creep through the night |
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Take to the night |
