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churns the dark

 
rage ripples through me in high tone vibrations
it reverberates up and down my spine
anxiety peaks and I put up my guard
at full attention, my warrior spirit comes forth
 
the spirits are churning and I come under attack
black magic is on the air I can taste it
I stir the mists and look in to see who's around
swirling in the darkness wickedness surrounds
inside me, I stand my ground
 
I was made for this type of war
my soul old and scarred from battle
the demons know me
 
they'll get their licks in
but I'll be sending them away in body bags
yes, back to their maker
 
times two for your sire
times five for the life of me
back the way you came
no safe passage
 
outlaws are warned
I'm heavily warded
 
 
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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