Each moment moves fast present day does not last full of tainted pride glorious rays shed no light at the break of dawn The will is weakened for darkness stands ahead
Evening soon falls upon bloody swords of violent vengence my shield falls broken and bruised and the day is done
The battle of defeat a cursed memory forever to last a new day will arise through the corridors of wicked time demons of the dark hand rose above as they wander over our will which fell fast to rest as the dark stood still
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