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White sun falling on the singed horizon

Fear surrounding in the smoke still rising

Dagger Dragger, why’s your knife-grip tightened

Shadows twisted into shapes of demons

Thrust your blade into the dark mass, screaming

Dagger Dragger, the breast you’ve struck is bleeding

Lifeblood pooling from your painted maiden

Glory threatened by your hand mistaken

Dagger Dragger, vengeance will be taken

Corpse forsaken in an unmarked grave

Spirit rising from your love laid slain

Curse to rival any fiend you’d claimed

Forced to turn about your still drawn blade