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After the carnage steam rises through snow |
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You have been consigned to the |
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Abyss of Woe |
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My eldritch war-suit is pasted with brains |
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This empty feeling - all that remains |
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RED WITH R |
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AGE I abide in the pit of woe |
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Crucified in the |
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Abyss of Woe |
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And for my crime, this is my time |
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My unholy...crime |
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The cycle of torment the pleasure of sin |
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Licking the lap where my load must begin |
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I rode a tide of vengeance that could never be denied |
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Hail the crimson blur - violence has arrived! |
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RED WITH R |
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AGE I abide in the pit of woe |
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Crucified in the |
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Abyss of Woe |
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And for my crime, this is my time |
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My unholy crime |
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The trail of our campaign attracted great scorn |
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But we ventured onward through the |
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Tundra of |
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Tor Soon I had attracted a posse of trolls |
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Who'd grown fat and sloppy from the roasting of souls... |
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But we were surrounded at the |
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Valley of |
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Krin And it was a battle we never could win |
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But still |
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I hacked madly with my back to a wall |
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Heeding the horn of my funeral call |
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The mutilated millions |
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I was born to appall |
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Heads leap from shoulders as they flock the mall |
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The Butcher of |
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Bertok, Infernal |
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Throne Laid waste to usurpers 'till |
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I stood all alone |
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Ripped out guts |
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Gouged out eyes |
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If you kill them |
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They will die |
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RED WITH R |
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AGE |
