| Confined to our fortifications
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| Besieged by a horde of berserk wolves
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| We rapidly ran out of food
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| And sought an armistice …
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| The plague of Famine had undermined our will
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| Nobles and plebs were all dead or ill
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| Our wall was transformed into a trap
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| And the barbarians were invading our burg
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| With Blaze, Pillaging and Murder
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| I’ve seen the marble dyed
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| With blood of lackeys, of plotters
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| Of obsequious, rouged harlots;
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| I’ve ever sen the blood of my parents
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| Squirt scarlet on their purple garments…
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| Somber harbinger …
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| The nettle of fear ate into my heart
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| So I took refuge in the bowels of the castle
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| Lest I fall under their fierce ire
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| Somewhere down this bottomless sewer
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| I think I’ve discovered
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| A disused torture chamber
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| Or else all these cadavers
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| I’ve encountered Were my predecessors…
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| Vomitive miasmas are polluting my being
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| The lurid stench obstructs my breathing
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| Ugh…
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| «Shall I lick the sweat of rocks
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| Or crunch the dregs of insects
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| To quench my thirst and silence my hunger? |
| "
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| Here, my torch perishes
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| And I stride a threshold
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| Groping along in a gloomy room …
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| It’s an underground den covered with vermin
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| Have you ever felt your name
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| Carved in the wood of your tomb?
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| In this occult crypt rot my forefathers
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| I must assume my Fate …
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| Rigor Mortis, I greet thee in my members
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| And wait to lack oxygen, to faint…
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| Snatch me, Thanathos, end my disgrace
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| And solemn, your slumber, I’ll embrace
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| For now my sorrows plough an extinct inferno |