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Onward across the barren wastelands i march on through the lines of fire, on

Deadly grounds of hellish fate with shield in hand, i swing my sword, as my

Blood boils, my anger takes control of this reality to kill on the fields of war

And now their blood has stained my garments, i can taste the dead and when i

See the last to fall, only then will i scream victory, but they are strong, they

Attack with conviction, eye to eye, a demon's face, i see the hideous, alone i

Stand strong, never to give in or fall and on the hill i face an army of shadows,

Something goes wrong, i lose my vision, i'm left helpless but i clearly see the

Truth of my destiny, even though i was blinded, i can still see the flames