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Solo - Sneap

Harbinger of death rides forth and in his wake leaves sorrow

Those who cross his bloody path disclaim their own tomorrow

All terrible in his splendour with glistening axes near

Raging as a God, fear and misery

Iron clad fury, the harbinger of death draws near

Spreading terror through these wooded lands of fear

Harbinger rides on, scouring, flaying wrath

Wields up his weaponry, carnage in his path

Ripping flesh from bone with grim determination

Rending limb from limb, he wreaks his devastation

Intense is the sense of doom impending

The harbinger brings sentence to the crime

Intense, the sense of doom is never ending

Melancholy be the folly of mankind

Please listen to my warning...