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Fields outside the mountains are squealing under force |
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Clashes in this twilight announce the coming wars |
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Winged abominations send shivers down the spines |
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Countless are the masses that march forward in lines |
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Now is the time for unspoken, sinister past comes awoken |
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Ruins of the river are the first line of defense |
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Reinforcement needed, withdrawal makes more sense |
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The mighty walls must stand tall for malevolent attack |
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United in the dark hour they'll be fighting back to back |
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Now is the time for unspoken, sinister past comes awoken |
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This last stand must prevail 'til the end. |
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We are still feeling the fear of defeat. No retreat |
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Passing dreaded tower, gaze of red eye to bear |
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Narrow path will lead them straight into spider's lair |
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Crawling through ashes and the weight is getting great |
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Spewing smoke and fire, it is closer to its fate |
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Writing in gross tongues unspoken |
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The flames on the ring still unbroken |
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Fast towards the mind blowing forms |
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Climbing quick nearing the ending complete |
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No retreat |
