Wails of sorrows and despair,
Nothing beats that.
The Battlefield of man’s greed
The souls of those who died for a better cause
The souls of those who died for the cause of others
Despair hit them at the gates of Death
We prey upon that despair for eternal lifetime
For those who cower before the place of fools, the place of Heroes.
No soul is more sweeter than a fallen
Or a witch, it depends
I should hurry for my prey
Let the Noble gaze of the Owl gaze upon my hairy little head.
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