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A will of old
Thy blood is gold
Thy children sold
Home of the free I cant find
When people are food
Sold in markets Who knew
As life is blood
And the chain hold all
Heavens sweet fangs
Can bite harder than demon games
As christ is dracula
And my words bind all
May ye be blessed
And always victory be thine
But no worshipers are realy true
If a vail of lies I still must undo
For what deeds realy have been done
But I would rather save the fallen ones
But I sware by the most holy fangs
That as it manifest
There shall be no more death
And these ruins we restore
To heal sorrows forevermore
So I will bow to thee
If ye should ever truly need me
Be blessed
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~Territhian, Proud ACM of the Coven of Kabbalah
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