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YOUR BLOOD SOAKED SHIRT SHOWS IT ALL
YOUR ENEMY HAS SUCCEED AS YOU FALL

YOU REMEMBER JUST WHAT YOU WERE FIGHTING FOR
YOU FOUGHT FOR GOOD YET HE WANTED MORE

HE FOUGHT FOR POWER,GREED AND LUST
YOU FOUGHT FOR GOOD,EQUALITY AND TRUST

THE HATRED FOR HIM MANIFESTS INSIDE
YOUR SO PISSED OFF YOU WISH HE WOULD DIE

AS HE WALKS AWAY WITH HIS SATISFIYED GRIN
YOU RISE UP FROM DEFEAT AND RUN TOWARDS HIM

AS BLADES CONNECT AND SPARKS FLY
YOU FEEL AS IF YOUR LIFES BEEN A LIE

YOUR HATRED COMSUMES YOU MAKING YOU STRONGER
BUT YOU KNOW THIS POWER WONT LAST MUCH LONGER

HE STARES AT YOU WITH HIS WICKED SMILE
YOU FEEL AS IF YOU'VE WALKED 10,000 MILES

YOU BREAK THE CONTACT RELEASING YOUR GRIP
UR HANDS GROW WEAK AS THE SWORD STARTS TO SLIP

YOUR STRENGTHS ALMOST GONE
YOU WONT HOLD OUT FOR LONG
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BUT YOU HAVE JUST ENOUGH TO FINISH YOUR FOE
YOU DECIDE TO KILL,DESPITE YOUR SOUL SAYING NO

YOU SWING YOUR SWORD WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT
FINALLY ENDING THIS BRUTAL FIGHT