Enslaved
Dylath-Leen
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Feeling running down a flood of blood
In the hollow of my temples.
Feeling all the suffering of my kind
Entering into my veins like a shifty poison.
Nevertheless nothing stops the fervour of this world
Moving apart the joint of my bones.
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Toughen!
This pain will feed your rage
And bloodlust will vanished.