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The Call Is Out

The leaves are filling with blood the blood of the savage morn i cannot hide here for long for my duty remains sworn i cannot do this until it is through i cannot back down until it is done the call has gone out to you our fates are now to be spun

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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