Each moment moves fast
present day does not last
full of tainted pride
glorious rays shed no light
at the break of dawn
The will is weakened
for darkness stands ahead
Evening soon falls
upon bloody swords of violent vengence
my shield falls
broken and bruised
and the day is done
The battle of defeat
a cursed memory forever to last
a new day will arise
through the corridors of wicked time
demons of the darkhand
rose above as they wander over our will
which fell fast to rest
as the dark stood still
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