The Dark Lord
I am the father of lies
sell your soul to me
i am the lord of the flies
I can set you free
recruiting for my army of darkness
to kill and burn the land
rape and pillage and destroy
come forth and take my hand
for i am he who dwells below
and what i reap is what i sow
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