With blatant deception they rape the fields of life,With brutal
The new day is dawning they start counting the dead,The
Feel the wind slowly approachingfrom the deep fiords in the
Mystic night come encircle mewith your inimitable darknessDrown me in
Licked and seduced by cerulean wavesas I travel through millions
Like the shadow from Mordor, creeping slowly forward,Unleashed from it's
Echoing, ripping through the silencetearing the soil off my soulSilent
On the brink of destruction the world trembles in fear,The
There's a land without delightwere saints immortal were slainInfinite day
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