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Amongst the lands once riddled with gold.
A horizon turned to the forlorn cold.
Greed and pity.
Flooded the streets and homes.
Manifesting this world.
As it turns to hell.

Liars and pests forever roam the night.
A hierarchy power.
Inevitable to defeat.
So-called kindred forever wielding knives.
With a target placed on your back and your lives.

There is no true light.
Only the bitter darkness.
That drains away your pathetic lives.
Shielded and falsified.
By ones fault in denial.
There is no true light.
Northhammer.

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