Children Of The Underworld

I call you, my Master,

King of the Ghouls,

Bringer of Pain,

Wreakerof Sorrow

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Those are the

Children of The Underworld

Bitter Venom of gods

The Great Storms from Below,

Those are THEY

I spill the red Water of Life

To the stone struck with a sword,

That hath slain eleven men

And hath spreaded Misery and Blood

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Know that our years are The Years of WAR

And our days measured as Battles

And every hour is a life lost from

The outside of the Sweet World of Sorrow

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Know that our years are The Years of WAR

And our days measured as Battles

And every hour is a life lost from

The outside where every lie is true