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By Bathory, Mother winter leaves our land
And opens wide the
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By Bathory, Kill. Kill them all. Pigs written in blood on the
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By Bathory, [1st period]
Shiny ice intensive eyes it's play-off time again
Chew that
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By Bathory, Silent watching gaze
Across the blackened plains
Two eyes like burning embers
Awaits
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By Bathory, The one eyed old man told me that the face
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By Bathory, This land is mine to the end of time
none it
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By Bathory, Clear was the sky : now storm clouds are forming
the
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By Bathory, Steadily on jagged wings.
Feathers black against the burning
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By Bathory, Fifteen years have passed.
Every day in the woods have
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By Bathory, Tendons and muscles of steel.
And the blaze of lightning in
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By Bathory, This sword of steel that I hold in my hand.
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By Bathory, As the night divides the day : the dark will
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By Bathory, "Resting by my fire. Looking deep into its flames.
My
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By Bathory, For as long as the grass grows
For as long as
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By Bathory, There is a serpent in every Eden
Slick as grease
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By Bathory, In great numbers we advance before dawn
By the great
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By Bathory, God of thunder
Who crack the sky
Swing your hammer
Way up high
In
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By Bathory, Valhalla
Shields of gold
Valhalla
Great Warroirs hall
Valhalla
Valhalla
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By Bathory, Forward : ride the ocean's waves
be bold : glory to
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By Bathory, All male, nine by nine, hanging gently, swaying in the
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By Bathory, The bells of war doth chime tonight
And the heavens shake
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By Bathory, Burning limbs and deformed steel
The shells cuts through the sky
The
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By Bathory, Patricia Lutz, aged 20, Baltimore, Maryland
Hollywood bound in 1983
Leaving trashed
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By Bathory, I drink the blood
From cup of death
I sip the milk
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By Bathory, All dressed in gold and purple the beauty awaits the
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By Bathory, Dark baleful shades astride the mystic heath,
Old land's enchantments, wolf-eyes
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By Bathory, When I asked myself the other day I came to
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By Bathory, We just never seem to keep a single promise that
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By Bathory, Now that the virgin bitch
breastfeads death
and the winds smell strong
of
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By Bathory, She is open wide She isn't hard to pleaseShe drives
