Rising from a black bondage below into the pre-past
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Legendary ancient mask now summoned by magicians
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See massive retaliation out of the abyss
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Who is the first to encounter darkened fate like this?
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A once deserted battlefield - above Exumer's face
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A glance up to the thunderous skies
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Ascension day - today
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Britain under Norman terror, innocent the victims
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Thrashing, raping, burning, killing, slaying, now revenge
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Young Hasting defender lowers the mask to his face
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Long forgotten force within begins the deadly race
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An invocation to be witnessed by the fighting masses
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The moons of Leng, a sea of blood
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The ascension of the mask
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The warrior and the mask
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Showing no remorse
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Killing without end
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A way of no return
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The warrior and the mask
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Invincible strength
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The Abramelin
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Possessed by the flame
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Ripping flesh, bursting eyes
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His soul falls, prey to the steel
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Burning skin, bleeding brains
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Tearing limbs, stop his revenge
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Unconquerable fear, trembling walls
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Diseased, dark gates open
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Death-breath, yells-bells
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Blood-flood, raging the battlefield
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The war - that you have fought so hard
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The end will not come so soon
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So warrior - you think that you have won
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This time you better think twice
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You're wrong -you cannot escape your fate
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Forged in the realms of war
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Listen - there is no invincible strength
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As there is no eternal life ... die!
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Crying screams of disillusionment into the night
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A fighter victorious, now consumed by fright
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The steel mask he's wearing it won't come off
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From inside the steel spikes push slowly in his eyes
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Paying the prize of hybris on the field of war
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The sorcerer he laughs/Ascension day - today
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Ascension Day
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| Exumer |
