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Hann!

In my heart

there may be a remnant of war and victory

So as to not tread lightly

I feel with the anger within

a hane so bittersweet

losing grips on mine enemy

I draw my sword

To begin to dredge

In murky deeps

I sweep across a thousand oblivion

Just to find an Aeon lost

Now the time for Oblivion

Is at hand in subtle waters

There is no time for rest

We must tread onward

Past Golgotha and unto Meggidon

For the Devil's head, must never be laid to rest

There is treachery, in its souls

Souls of kingdoms lost

And Eyn for every taught

And slay the bevy that lurks below you

Kill with furious anger

The deeds on an wretched sewn

to die in kingdoms lost

And unrighteousness depravity

A Kingdom dies forever

Slain for gould and sufferage

For the golden Age of Dawn

And Satan's downfall

Must be written and cast in stone

As to not lose its grandeur

Now is the time for Oblivion

Slain for gould and sufferage

For the golden Age of Dawn

And Satan's downfall cast in stone

As to not lose its grandeur

Now is the time for Oblivion

There is treachery, in its souls

Souls of kingdoms lost

And Eyn for every taught

And slay the bevy that lurks below you

Kill with furious anger

The deeds on an wretched sewn

to die in kingdoms lost

And unrighteousness depravity

A Kingdom dies forever

Its hand in subtle waters

No fear or awkward resting place

for thy soul to lay in stone

Satan will perish into oblivion

As Oblivion strikes his thold!