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from the sky into the ground The clouds moved aside as the sword was cast from the sky. Burnt by a mark of fire, who shall make this find. And the gray clouds were watching down. Down from the sky
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Live by the sword and help to contain. The helpless minds of you all. Die by my hand in pools of the blood. Clutch yourself as you fall. Mindless tyranny, forgotten victims. Children slaughtered
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Live by the sword and help to contain. The helpless minds of you all. Die by my hand in pools of the blood. Clutch yourself as you fall. Mindless tyranny, forgotten victims. Children slaughtered
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Throw down the sword the fight is done and over. Neither lost, neither won. To cast away the fury of the battle. And turn my weary eyes for home There were times when. I stood at death's own door
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I've fashioned a sword, put it into a stone. I've sent it afloat, then the sea took it. In the perilous chapel it waits. For Arthur to raise it in front of you all. With this token of power the
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Bài hát Master Of Puppets - Metallica. End of passion play, crumbling away. I'm your source of self-destruction. Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear. Feeding on your death's construction
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be the writ of the sword. . Hard is toll of life's decay,. With breaths withering we all shall pay,. See hoards run thinner by the day. Wealth falls to dust on winding way. . Why returns a man
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your poisonous tongue. Brothers it's time to make a stand. To reclaim our lives. Because all this steel can set us free Rise my brothers we are blessed by steel. In my sword I trust. Arm yourselves
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I see the Sword of Damocles is right above your head. They're trying a new treatment to get you out of bed. But really, issue kills both, bad and good,. It cannot differentiate. So to cure you
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I see the Sword of Damocles is right above your head. They're trying a new treatment to get you out of bed. But really, issue kills both, bad and good,. It cannot differentiate. So to cure you
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. For time flies and it's so slow. I'm up and down like a yo-yo. I can't do it on my own. And I've tried and I can't pull the sword from the stone. How are your mum and dad?. How's your brother too?. My
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. For time flies and it's so slow. I'm up and down like a yo-yo. I can't do it on my own. And I've tried and I can't pull the sword from the stone. How are your mum and dad?. How's your brother too?. My
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. The clouds moved aside as the sword was cast from the sky. Burnt by a mark of fire, who shall make this find. And the grey clouds were watching down, down from the sky into the ground. . As the
