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Calms the heat of fire held within.
Rage burns against my breast.
This body will never rest.
Till mission is done, complete, fulfilled.
My weary limbs will never yield.
Time and again my fists will strike.
Severing the threads, what delight.
Ten thousand skulls? Ha, please.
To puncture each would put me at ease.
With every stroke, I feel a weight.
The pulsing delight of pulsing hate.
Of flesh and bone hold no regard.
For metal within, arms silent guard.
Claws tipped with light and gilded barding.
Never to forget that crackling lightning.
The Emporers Finest was the chant.
Now with the dark lords, we dance.
Of knightly valor ,we know no more.
We left that corpse steaming on the floor.
Follow the Eight screams one in fervor.
I know a different path.
The singing metal in the blood calls to me.
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!
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