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Cold heart hammering hard - no sanctuary to find |
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Death stands firm and tall - bell cracks its iron spine |
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The hunter and the hunted |
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Closing in, poised to sting - ring of fear |
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Circle of pounding death |
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Counting ribs, weighing blood - searching the sky |
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Solemn black manner |
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Blood-drenched banned whips in the jagged wind |
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Sour milk, blackened flesh |
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Deciduus forest - devoid of life |
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Burning hate - flaming sword |
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Repeatedly severing the heads of the hydra |
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Stalemate - corrosion |
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Stillborn resistance - unquenchable thirst |
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Now see the Rope of Regret - Around the Partisan neck |
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Dead eyes glowing cold - no sanctuary to find |
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Breathing damp and mould - through hell with a firm smile |
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Hunting high and low |
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Sowing seeds of blood, deep into the folk soul |
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Bonfires burning bright |
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Kingdom come! Kingdom gone - praised be the flame |
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Buzzard feathers swirl |
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Ruthless night and fog merging together |
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Murky waters flow |
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Sulphurous skies, sulphurous cries - funeral daze |
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New-sprung world of blades |
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Apocalyptic raids throughout the nations |
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Black breath, hand of death |
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Iron wills - blood red hills; sweet and decay |
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Now see the Rope of Regret - Around the Partisan neck |
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Now see the Rope of Regret - Around the Partisan neck |
