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The madness is rising and the noose tightening, death stinking in air everything cold and unfair. In this heap of corpses, warrior lay broken just the same as any craven. Only one left, was a man... Lies, tis was only a boy who should have been playing with toys but the war has taken toll everyone played there role. Armies of thousands descended on plain to **** pillage, destroy and raid but there were no gain That day sun didn't shine, there was only shade From this eternal night, when nothing was right. A boy conquered deadly ring Stepping upon every warrior, Knight and King He is natural calamity grown Night born, Night born Night born.....
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Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 4:00 AM UTC
Night Born
The madness is rising and the noose tightening, death stinking in air everything cold and unfair. In this heap of corpses, warrior lay broken just the same as any craven. Only one left, was a man... Lies, tis was only a boy who should have been playing with toys but the war has taken toll everyone played there role. Armies of thousands descended on plain to **** pillage, destroy and raid but there were no gain That day sun didn't shine, there was only shade From this eternal night, when nothing was right. A boy conquered deadly ring Stepping upon every warrior, Knight and King He is natural calamity grown Night born, Night born Night born.....
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Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 4:00 AM UTC
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