If you like to gambleI’ll tell you I’m your manYou
I have scars, I feel the painI’m that close from
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Feelin’ hotOne chance is all you’ve gotWhen you’re out on
Finding your fateAloudly you screamIn a world filled with pain
Lookout when you hear a roarof a god when he
Back alley waysis there he stalksThe feel the blade tucked
Look in the darknesssee the fire burning brightA shadow flickersan
Breaking out in desperationhe dares to crossThe boundry that separatesthe
They come in the nightAnd they’re searching for preyThe look
I see the swords – I hear the soundMe commrades
I see fire in your eyesFeel our bodies burning from
A cry of pain and shoutThe call of war is
Oh feel the despairThe hopeless prepareTo mock and defaceThe whole
You done it this time like never beforeover my limit
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