Welcome to the abandoned land Come on in, child; take my hand Here there's no work or play Only one bill to pay There's just five words to say As you go down
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March of the black dungeoned ones Beyond the dim they shape March of the brave Immortal gods From beyond the dim we rise...
Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain So I swore to thy razor That never enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again?
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