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To the wind with the plague's of this land
Let us return this dark gift
The absence of truth has been engulfed amongst these artificial shadows
So easily amused

Welcome the beast whom us all know so well
Misfortune has brought forth the presence of absolute judgment
For damage and abuse
Destroying our home and one true place of escape

So many have fallen these times are so black
The struggle to maintain our prestigious anointment's
Have damaged our voices and burdened our lands
I'll slay those who's guilty and we'll dance on their graves

Whats left of the home that we've loved?
It's been stripped and dissected through
And the voices of past, are fading out

We've been forced to the shadows
Our craft has become a lost art
But the beneath the face of this town
Breathes a legion of restless souls
Whom are all out for blood

We'll chase the poison out of this town
So the roots of this land will restore
The dark empire that we once were
Let's go, be reborn through the blood of
Your brother
Embrace you pain, and feed their fear
We will have our day as they die of fire
Our families will reign
On this land for years

And ill comfortably decay
In the thought of restoring our home

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