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Fighting shadows,
in their haunting guise.
Smiting the wicked baron,
and unleash my might.
When we face our final hour,
in the darkest rift.
Come what ever may,
I'll be the death of you.
After channeling my power,
Your end will be swift.
Now there's nothing in my way,
You'll feel my deathfire grasp!
Clashing minions,
ravaged fields of war.
Manifest my dominion,
total chaos restored.
When we face our final hour,
in the darkest rift.
Come what ever may,
I'll be the death of you.
After channeling my power,
Your end will be swift.
Now there's nothing in my way,
You'll feel my deathfire grasp!
(Deeeeeath...)
When we face our final hour,
in the darkest rift.
Come what ever may,
I'll be the death of you.
After channeling my power,
Your end will be swift.
Now there's nothing in my way,
You'll feel my deathfire grasp!