The grim force set sail
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into a world of magic
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where wastelands were blue-soaked, in
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the capes of the mountains
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[Chorus:]
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With a hunger as great
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as the most ancient of daggers
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Six were the days
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to be ended on the seventh night
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As it stepped into the shadowland
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grass began to grow
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A storm blew with a bliss,
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accomplishing the serpents kiss
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[Repeat Chorus]
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With blood like the noblest of red
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And with a purpose
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yet unknown to any dimension,
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set her eyes on fire
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for ultimate visions to discover
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Her lips touched the ground
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and became Death and his bride
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[Repeat 1. verse]
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Scrolls Of The Shadowland
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| Obtained Enslavement |
