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martyr
with tempered steal,
a sharpened sword.
another act of sabotage,
for the sorcerer.
you took the powers,
and made them yours.
pick up the shield,
and prepare for war.
you're just a martyr,
for the next overlord.
it's witching season,
for the sorcerer.
employ the prince of
darkness to be the enforcer.
signed on the dotted line,
to open hell's door.
sold a soul,
to even the score.
a fallen angel,
rolling thunder.
a poison arrow,
for the hunter.
sold a soul to take a life,
but two wrongs don't
make it right.
now the devils got you
in his sights,
and he's aiming right
between the eyes.
you want to run,
but there's nowhere left
to hide.
scared of the dark,
cause the voices in the night
echo a plot of your demise.
rolling thunder,
lightning strikes.
a poison arrow for the hunter,
he shot you right between the
eyes.
a sharpened sword.
another act of sabotage,
for the sorcerer.
you took the powers,
and made them yours.
pick up the shield,
and prepare for war.
you're just a martyr,
for the next overlord.
it's witching season,
for the sorcerer.
employ the prince of
darkness to be the enforcer.
signed on the dotted line,
to open hell's door.
sold a soul,
to even the score.
a fallen angel,
rolling thunder.
a poison arrow,
for the hunter.
sold a soul to take a life,
but two wrongs don't
make it right.
now the devils got you
in his sights,
and he's aiming right
between the eyes.
you want to run,
but there's nowhere left
to hide.
scared of the dark,
cause the voices in the night
echo a plot of your demise.
rolling thunder,
lightning strikes.
a poison arrow for the hunter,
he shot you right between the
eyes.
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