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Hordes Of ChaosBrazen light emerges and dissemblesAs the path buries the treasures and riches Wretches begging for a capture Tempting me with the end The wasteland breeds souls of many Their lifespan seems dull An empty gift is tarnished The life in me corroding Escape seems like a twisted dream I've waited for this day and while your a slumber Punishment, Surprised to be alone in a new world Degrade, anything you wish it to be Your idols will be your slaves, misery will be a king For a day, If you accept this offer! extend The fool has bought his own ticket to hell And the wretches are silent, hell wont open The Devil has tricked me Satans alight |