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Wiil I ever find out the sour of fear

The sour of scare

And walk on the entire range of being

Far of being near

I came here for breezy blood to step on

A hill of soil and mud

I walked till here to feel my spear

I obey my lordly prime, I sharpen my

steel to sharpen my fear

And breaking my awe's chain, my

sparkly view their dread will rare

Back to the battle where fate calls

And the smell of death slyly crawls

I sailed till here to drown my fear

CHORUS

Darkness, dread and tear

Make each sense of death to seem so far

so near

Fire, death and fear

I dry me wetly dreams on shields and

spears

Darkness, dread and tear

Fire, death and fear