The Dark Lord
The woods speak her name
Silently yet audible
Like the whispering of
The thin air within
The darkness of the forest
A message they seem to deliver
For the dark lord is on his way
To avenge the heavenly torture
She say's the wrath cannot be slowed
The devil's path has grown
And the end is nearly here
The sands of time are gone
Now you shall wait
Till the end of time
When there will be blood
And people will scream loud
They beg for their life
The dark lord shall rise
And the end is nearly here
The sands of time are gone
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