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The warriors are out,For the bloody nite.With a sore throat they shout,And Wrong changes to right.WiTh swords of god,THat shines so red.No fear of lor..
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I walk alone dis abandoned world,My throat is sore,I cant speak a word.Diseases dat engulf d world,d tym 4 us has arrived,wen v cut each other vith a ..
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