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Lord Ghost
The sound tears through its ears
the deafening metal sound
for close

Its bodies waiting its whips the leather taste in its lips
It hears the shout of war
higher than never

With its sword in massacrantes
Beaten the hands to control the metal land
In the errifying night
Front to the Lord Falls of knees
Ghost Victims falling chained

You hear them
Now crying out mortal pains the fists of the terror
opening way you do not have nothing that can make
The leather armies had taken advantage the

Lord Ghost never failed
smoke raise of the soil
the volume each bigger
time of the metal

It falls of knees and one bends over it the
Lord Ghost

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