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| THE DARK RAIN |
| The black of night The blood of rain All in all Is never the same Stains spread accross the darkend land The stench of corps not to comprehend Fever pitch sets the fire War for power now the desire Generals smiles as screams are heard The war they make as the world turns Death and fire as destruction grows War machines accross bones they roll Death spreading like fire true destruction their one desire Death is spread accross the plain men who faught,their bodies left slain Evil now that coincides With the darkness to pain inside War the spreads like a fire Death is now their one true desire. |
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