Born in haunted
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captivity as stars bled
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Dusk's bringers of
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storm, a degraded rapture of light
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Driven by storm,
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conquered hazy fields
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While fallen
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emperors were drowning through the night
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An imbrued and tortured
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valley, sweet wounds not to heal
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Gleaming in faint
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moonlight, left for ages...
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Distant towers,
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covered by mighty shadows
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Glancing in a
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feral light - realm of ice
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Infernal fires
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introduce the coming of Hell
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Longing for
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promised victories - resurrection's storm
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With raging
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insanity on the Almighty's side
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Swords spilling
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out men's lives - the battle turns
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A wounded,
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withering landscape left behind
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Where carnal
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statues turn to dust
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As daylight sets
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for the coming of the deciding dawn
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A tremendous clash
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hits the vanquished battlefield like a funeral storm
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And finally as
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dark turns to light,
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A memorable
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solitude of despised souls pushes within sight.
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An elemental
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light-crushing victory for men, so night shades are free to crawl,
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Perpetual sounds
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invoking prayers, hear them whisper and murmur.
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An obsessed, even
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doomed army graced by the devil¡¯s mark
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A devious hunger
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for a disgusting feast, strange illuminations to come
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Wounds? ¡¦?
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sinner??? ¡¦??? war?
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¡¦???? breathing fire
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Chaos ¡¦?? master??
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¡¦???? flesh???? ?¡¦??? trembling dawn
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A burning throne,
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absorbing all surrounding delight,
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Gifted with cold
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supremacy
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A tearful, dark
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time under the reign of one king
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Thundering down
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its divinity.
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Fierce, unhearted
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creatures inspired by a gloomy cohort,
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Now guarding once
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tender seashores.
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Compassion being
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erased, extinguished at the gates of dawn.
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Tender dreams to
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follow this course.
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The Last Of Storms
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Dies Ater |