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Night is falling and there's something in the dark,
You cannot see it but it sees you clearly from afar.
Something's down there feasting on the people's lives.
The city and it's walls has run out of it's pride.

Silence follows in the trails of this old foe.
All the guards are shaking,
trepidation starts to grow.
They have stood there since the day they became men,
but nothing could prepare them for when,
the time has come for their sacrifice to become more than a promise.

Now the time has come for their sacrifice to become more than a promise.

Where is that myth,
that steel clad hero,
that lives within our tales and never fails.
No escape, no return, no cowering,
no savior who could lead them into hell.

The songs were all true,
but the heroes were people who sang them,
dreamers of flesh and blood.
With their homes and children burning,
they arose with nothing left to loose,
causing their rage to suffuse.

The songs were all true but the heroes were,
people who sang them,
dreamers of flesh and blood.
With their homes and children burning,
they arose with nothing left to lose,
causing their rage to suffuse.

The songs were all true,
but the heroes were people who sang them,
dreamers of flesh and blood.
With their homes and children burning,
they arose with nothing left to loose,
causing their rage to suffuse.

Causing their rage to suffuse.

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