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Birth of a Hero: Berserker

Is this sacred, or is this madness?
I need power, dancing and twirling-

Oh how we spin...

Thirteen moons, fourteen suns
filled with lust, filled with blood
I was new, but what I've done
wasn't madness, you told me
you got this, you got this
but you spiraled out of control

So I watched them all fall

Tell your brothers not to fight
tell your mothers in order to protect
they must take their children and hide
Tell your friends it will be alright
I'll be there before the morning light

There's nothing sacred
in the moon tonight
there's nothing serene
when the owls take flight
there's nothing warm
in your grieving eyes
there's a war, we're at war
signal the fight with your fire's light













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