| Upon a hilltop, surrounded by flame
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| In my fist clenched a blade from blackened crystal
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| Grown before me the endless fields of carnage
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| And behind me the whore on her throne
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| It has begun…
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| Battles rage in the infernal depth — the war of domination
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| Seven lords and ladies, sovereigns of the demon thrones. |
| All made with power
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| lust
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| Armies of fire and brimstone, the wailing dead and their kin
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| Legions of bloodthirsty demons, above on leathery wings
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| Howls of the cursed and battle cries of those who’ve been fallen in battle
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| before
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| Are the signs of attack on this night
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| Through the blackness and the screams, into the fray I charge
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| Claiming head after head, piles of the dead behind me
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| Battles rage in the infernal depth
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| (Betrayal and treachery)
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| Voice of the whore:
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| «Give back to me, all your power, all your sweet, sweet power
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| As I once gave you life, now I sentence you to die
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| What was yours is now mine again
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| And I leave you powerless…»
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| I am a warrior, I’ve always been. |
| Mighty and proud, destined to win
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| In my hand I hold a weapon, a blade of crystal black
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| With blood in my eyes I rush to attack
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| In the heat of battle, I’m in her back, with one fell stab
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| And then I’m drinking her blood. |
| Drowning in her blood
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| Battles rage in the infernal depth — the war of domination
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| (This power is burning within me, all turns black before my eyes
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| And I can hear it as the mirror shatters and the gates are closed…) |