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Forged into a world, of endless war, |
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Baptised in the cold blood of thousand men and gods |
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Runes over its blade, showing the way |
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Of how this doomed world will reach its final day |
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Slave to his fate, Elric the great |
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will carry this sword and a steel chain of hate |
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Mighty duke of Chaos, Arioch, lord of hell |
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When the moon brings tides of war I call thee |
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Dragonisle will collapse, bane of the dark sword, |
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Scythes of doom will strike tonight, |
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the curtain descends |
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Sailors of fate, dragons will chase |
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Ships crushed in flames |
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End of an age, Gods scream in pain |
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Cry of the mourning blade |
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I am the sword called Stormbringer |
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With horror in their eyes, they called me souldrinker |
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Made to kill everything in my way |
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Even some Gods have felt my blade |
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I can see the agony in your eyes |
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As my powers begin to rise |
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Your soul farewell body and mind |
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And it becomes totally mine |