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Chemical rain,
A terminal concoction burns through your brain.
Organ failure,
No hope, no saviour.
Stare at your hands,
Warping with time.
Orange gas,
Self inflicted crime.
Jungle of illusions,
I'm in the firing line.
Wake from the dead,
Covered in sweat.
No haze, no gas,
No memory of who you met.
Whispers surround you,
As you run through the fields,
Bodies in peripherals,
Through a thick hazy shield.
Wake from the dead,
Covered in sweat.
No haze, no gas,
No memory of who you met.
Bad acid grabs hold,
Eats you alive.
Twisting time,
Destroying minds.
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Bloodied hands,
Broken feet.
Steep incline,
Freezing heat.
Thinned out air,
Lines my lungs.
Far from the top,
No war has been won.
Stare down the barrel,
Of the myth, the creature.
End it now,
Silence the preacher.
Few steps,
Separate the man from mystery,
Many steps,
Separate the name from history.
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Smoke fills the air, track the beast to the lair.
Tread the cold mountain stairs, into the labyrinth of despair.
Path covered in bone and dust, Dwaveren skulls are crushed.
The gold is mine, i have a claim from the blood line.
The beast will see the throne is mine it belongs to me, certain death should the beast unleash it's fiery breath.
I fear not the dragons ire, I travel not alone my brothers inspire.
I am fire, I am death.
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The widows of death's cult haunt the night.
Only the blood of a firstborn will suffice.
Under the cover of darkness they will strike.
With Blood on their hands death scars the night.
Plagued by death they long for vengeance,
A sacrificial rite.
To the devil they pledge their soul,
in hopes to reunite,
With their lovers of early demise.
An eye for an eye.
As sun sets the widows gather,
in Satan's name.
To prepare their victims deathbed.
Crosses in flames.
Burning flesh pollutes the night.
Lucifer's bane.
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