| He who walks the fire breathes
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| Unlike the rest
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| Living by the bloody creed
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| Kiri-sute gomen
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| Air of battle tasting stale
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| Reeks of deceit
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| Send the bitter straight to hell
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| Kiri-sute gomen
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| In their wretched guts, all they want is to feed
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| Unending, covetous hunger known as greed
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| As the last legion makes its way to the skies
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| I can see in their eyes
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| They’ve already died
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| Inside, but as for the outside
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| I’ll take their fucking heads
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| Quake has bred with the storm
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| Conceiving war
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| Wicked stampeding hordes
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| Kiri-sute gomen
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| In their wretched guts, all they want is to feed
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| Unending, covetous hunger known as greed
|
| As the last legion makes its way to the skies
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| I can see in their eyes
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| They’ve already died
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| Inside, but as for the outside
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| I’ll take their fucking heads
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| I will never be what they
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| Want me to
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| I live by my own path in life
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| No turning
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| Back now, I won’t be held down
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| Forced into a shallow grave
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| Built upon their empty ways
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| There’s no turning back
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| There’s hell to pay, such disarray
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| A bloodied mess, flesh masquerade
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| With all the blood making a flood
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| You made your path by crossing us
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| He who spits the fire seethes
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| All he detests
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| Decapitating, bloody creed
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| Kiri-sute gomen
|
| In their wretched guts, all they want is to feed
|
| Unending, covetous hunger known as greed
|
| As the last legion makes its way to the skies
|
| I can see in their eyes
|
| They’ve already died
|
| Inside, but as for the outside
|
| I’ll take their fucking heads
|
| I will never be what they
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| Want me to
|
| I live by my own path in life
|
| No turning
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| Back now, I won’t be held down
|
| Forced into a shallow grave
|
| Built upon their empty ways
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| There’s no turning back |