Anxiously waiting for the day. To act a fool and dominate. What's your excuse? Fuck you, get down here. Seventy miles to conquer the throne. The moment of truth. Meet Pure Death. Everyone filled with hate. Before the battle launches. We'll teach you everything we know. First time - We'll kill with ease. Kick back and watch us sleaze. And let them burn the trees. Split up now - We'll meet up in the end. Now everybody is missing and still predicting. Final result to be far from the truth. Let's fucking do this shit - Where's my partner at? The snacks arrived to help you hold us back.
Thirteen. Fourteen. TAKES THE LEAD! At this point we are done for. Conciousness is weakening. The warriors defeated. From nothing more than less. Disgusted by reality. I don't care what you think. People everywhere will wear the frosty brew. Pure Death will send you home. All the kegs are kicked. No more fucking hope. Is this the end. Let's make a move. Take matters into your own hands to play the game.
Not what you prefer. But this will do. Drunk on a mission to plot our revenge. At this time i'm heated with anger so stay away. Can't wait to re-live this moment on a better day. I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING. But dead bodies on the battlefield prepare yourselves and work on your aim. All you clowns will soon realise. I don't care what you say. Next time the task won't be so easy for you anyway. I think it's safe to say you've got the best of us.
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