Would you believe the prophet who comes in the name of change?
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Hell-bent and deranged, your logic is estranged.
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The Burning Legion threatens peace.
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Who do you trust? Who do you believe?
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When granted zero reprieve, what would you achieve?
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A zeitgeist pertinent to you,
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your generation's pop vernacular becomes so spectacular
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and keeps you coming back to her for protection no matter the cost.
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Temporarily suspending hate, imminent truce to relate, a blending of traits.
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Convince the entire Horde and penetrate hearts of the Alliance.
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No more self reliance. United in defiance!
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If we must fight, we need every fist to strike.
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We need the gentle cover of night to win.
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If we must breathe, we need every heart to bleed
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to inoculate disease and let new life begin.
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Name your God. Don't be ashamed.
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After all, you lived this way.
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The beast of the free dispenses his decree: "Women and children first!".
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They rotted into earth. Everyone would die. The glory of war a lie.
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Screams then turned to moans, broken burning bones.
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Erie calm of death marked by pungent stench.
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Curse Of Might
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| Kingston Falls |
