A brooch upon his ample chest
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Bedecked in simple splendour
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Glistening fear upon his brow
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His mouth as dry as bone
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Sharpened sword his father bore
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Strapped to his side so proud
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Virgin blood enters the fray
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onward to fatal embrace
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And with a sound like the heavens bursting asunder
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Shield upon shield
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Blade upon blade
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Flash of spear
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Lifeblood flowing
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And in the midst of it all
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Pungent stench of fear
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With veins afire
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I will kill
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With veins afire
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I will maim
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With veins afire
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I exalt in the letting of blood
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With veins afire
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I revel in the crimson spray
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The heart knows how it feels to beat wings like a bee
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Darkening mists which make it much clearer to see
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Nothing can halt the dance while he is in motion
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To overcome tastes to him sweeter than any potion
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Glistening scarlet globules leaving tralls upon the air
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Savage and unyielding, maim and overcome
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Grisly sense of satisfaction, my dark side reigns
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With Veins Afire
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| Waylander |
