The final traces of the sun have been eradicated
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as the earth has seen the coming
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of our black domain
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The lands are shrouded by the lunar shine
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that now will be perpetual successor
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of the radiance of the past
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The world turns to black
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Our army stands tall
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Disposed to seat
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Our final attack
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Pathetic fear and apprehension fill
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the hearts of the
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feeble lambs once shielded by their decrepit reiuge
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Their wretched shepherd has been devoured
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by the savage wolves and
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Now they realize their scoffing destiny has come
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The world turns to black
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Our army stands tall
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Disposed to set
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Our final attack
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"I, the Svartalv, Supreme Female
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Feel shame for your pityful human form
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May your soul be purified
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By my Deadly kiss of death!"
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The world turns to black
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Our army stands tall
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In fury and hate
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From behind comes the sword!
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From Behind Comes The Sword
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Ancient |