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You’re a lonely man building your own cruelty

Dominated by greediness and your guilty

Give your plains then I’ll return your beauty

You are losing the game it won’t have a future

You will fail

And you will be forgot!

March to your own end, if you don’t have a choice

Don’t scream or cry, ‘cause you don’t have a voice

Now is too late to return to your source

There is a sickness consuming your force

Crimson are the skies

Like the blood into your eyes

You are the falling man

And you will understand

Seek the shadows, listen closely to my voice

The nightmare is coming and you don't have a choise

The time is over, start to run

Don't close your eyes, and I will have the fun

One by one

You are the chosen one

The blood over my Roman Blade

The pain of the dark sting doesn't fade