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Field of pain and thousand graves
bind the dead to serve as slaves.
The life was ripped in thousand years
left the souls to crawl in fear.

Madness without name of kind,
darkened realm with evil mind
chained the life in mental cells
restrained to writhe in inner hell.

A pledge to rid the evil lord
now lies within a coffin cold -
a man who died aeons ago,
trying to redeem his soul.

Field of death and thousand stones
and shadows held to feed the thorns.
Daemon riding horse of bones -
keeper of the servant souls

Frozen corpse and empty eyes,
kept the view of its demise -
a man who dies aeons ago...
I still can feel his horrid fall.

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