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In an empire of mutilated silhouettes |
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Where shadows tell tales of nocturnal dark enigmas |
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Who curse the very ground they walk on |
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Who cause the feeble to tremble |
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A lonesome soul watches from a far |
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Poisoning the light with his gaze |
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A black templar of unearthly power |
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A rotten being of foul intentions |
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He curses the very ground he walks on |
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He causes the feeble to tremble |
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He reeks of dead angels tears |
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He lives with the rats of no fear |
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The servant of an unholy plague |
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The bringer of cruel intent |
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He wanders a path of sorrow |
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Torture to reinvent |
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He is the bite of this world |
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Thrown aside by the cross |
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The one who rapes the hymen of earth |
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Who spreads the black crust |
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He laughs at the folly of man |
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He is part of our dark clan |
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With spite he loughs |
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His story will be told |
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For years to come |
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He will always return |
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A fire that forever burns |
