Here we make our stand,
or we fall to the depths of Hell,
Here we may fall in love,
surrounded by the villainous and corrupt,
Here we prevail over evil with love,
Death fills his mouth with scorn,
Here we feel our heart with love,
Now they all try to destroy us,
Here we make our stand.
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