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MAKE HIS FIGHT ON THE HILL IN THE EARLY DAYCONSTANT CHILL DEEP INSIDESHOUTING GUNS ON THE RUN THROUGH THE ENDLESS GREYON THE FIGHT ; FOR THEY ARE RIGHT ; YES ; BY WHO´S TO SAYFOR A HILL MAN WOULD KILL ; WHY THEY DO NOT KNOWSUFFERED WOUNDS TASTE THEIR PRIDEMAN OF FIFE STILL ALIVE THROUGH THE RAGING GLOWGONE INSANE FROM THE PAIN THAT THEY SHURLY KNOWFOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLSTIME MARCHES ONFOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLSTAKE A LOOK TO THE SKY JUST BEFORE YOU DIEIS THE LAST TIME YOU WILLBLACKENED ROAR MASSIVE ROAR FILLS THE CRUMBLING SKYSHATTERED GOAL FILLS HIS SOUL WITH A RUTHLESS CRYSTANGER NOW ; ARE HIS EYES ; TO THIS MYSTERYHE HEARS THE SILENCE SO LOUDCRACK OF DAWN ; ALL IS GONE EXCEPT THE WILL TO BENOW THEY SEE WHAT WILL BE ; BLINDED EYES TO SEE
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