Purge
Birthright
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Mages fade to darkness as i forge my mind into a fist,
To strike out at this sickness at what I can't believe
We've allowed to exist…
With the lives we lead, with the lives we steal
We will not find peace, we cannot be free
As we draw the blood, so too we bleed
As we have sown, so shall we reap
So I'll plant the seed of liberation
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I'll plant the seed…
Unknowing, uncaring, infeeling
This will strike us down, we will strike us down