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Hann!
In my heart
There may be a remnant of war and victory
So as to not tread lightly
I feel with the anger within
A hane so bittersweet
Losing grips on mine enemy
I draw my sword
To begin to dredge
In murky deeps
I sweep across a thousand oblivion
Just to find an Aeon lost

Now the time for Oblivion
Is at hand in subtle waters
There is no time for rest
We must tread onward
Past Golgotha and unto Megiddon
For the Devil's head must never be laid to rest

There is treachery in its souls
Souls of kingdoms lost
And Eyn for every taught
And slay the bevy that lurks below you

Kill with furious anger
The deeds on a wretched sewn
To die in kingdoms lost
And unrighteousness depravity
A Kingdom dies forever

Slain for gould and sufferage
For the golden Age of Dawn
And Satan's downfall
Must be written and cast in stone
As to not lose its grandeur
Now is the time for Oblivion

Slain for gould and sufferage
For the golden Age of Dawn
And Satan's downfall
Must be written and cast in stone
As to not lose its grandeur
Now is the time for Oblivion
There is treachery in its souls
Souls of kingdoms lost
And Eyn for every taught
And slay the bevy that lurks below you

Kill with furious anger
The deeds on a wretched sewn
To die in kingdoms lost
And unrighteousness depravity
A Kingdom dies forever
Its hand in subtle waters
No fear or awkward resting place
For thy soul to lay in stone
Satan will perish into oblivion
As Oblivion strikes his thold!