| Fighting their fear and facing the wrath
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| Of others to join them and flames to impact
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| No rules of engagement, no spoilers for violent desires
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| Hungry for power the beasts clash within
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| The walls of the town hall, where soon one will sing
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| Of merciless battles, fought by the lords of the sea
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| The beating fists, the fiery breath
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| Of all the dragons
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| Fills the place with its own scent
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| The scent of hate!
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| No mercy! |
| No mercy!
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| For the faint at heart, the weak!
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| They’re falling! |
| They’re falling!
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| But no one of them does weep!
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| Acting as if they were thirsty for death
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| Unfilled and still mighty their hunger for flesh
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| Bones cracking loud when the end takes control of those living
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| Honor is asking a price much too high
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| When moments of agony soon pass them by
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| Victory’s got its own hell for them as they defend it
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| The beating fists, the fiery breath
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| Of all the dragons
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| Fills the place with its own scent
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| The scent of hate!
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| No mercy! |
| No mercy!
|
| For the faint at heart, the weak!
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| They’re falling! |
| They’re falling!
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| But no one of them does weep!
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| Driven by hate I feel for all of them who take control
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| Of all my want and all my will, I can’t deny their end is near
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| So my hero takes his final breath
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| Not a word left before he falls for me
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| Failed to knock them down, I saw thy image crumble as they pass
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| Your dead body lying on a stone as your soul is drained within
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| Before thee, end thee, save thee, behold me
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| Force thee, hate thee, kill thee, can’t do that
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| Every moment I can get to take a hold of my heart
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| I try to find a way to keep my life a lasting second on the run
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| Eye for an eye, son for a son
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| Life for a life
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| Not! |
| Resist your hate!
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| The beating fists, the fiery breath
|
| Of all the dragons
|
| Fills the place with its own scent
|
| The scent of hate!
|
| No mercy! |
| No mercy!
|
| For the faint at heart, the weak!
|
| They’re falling! |
| They’re falling!
|
| But no one of them does weep!
|
| The beating fists, the fiery breath
|
| Of all the dragons
|
| Fills the place with its own scent
|
| The scent of hate
|
| No mercy! |
| No mercy!
|
| For the faint at heart, the weak!
|
| They’re falling! |
| They’re falling!
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| But no one of them does weep! |