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March Of The Damage Men

Marching onwards through the massive cave
Can I do this? Am I that brave?

Will I lead everyone to their grave?
Searching for the one they call the Knave
Crawling to the surface into light
But this blue haze is far from bright
Is this day or has it turned to night
Never have I had such sight
Now I stand with hunters watching me
Full of expectations... silently!!

The march of the damage men is coming
The march of the damage men is coming

Near the crimson hills dwell dark strong beasts
These the damage men called Mohaleece
Ride we shall from now on this foul breed
Pushing westward making twice the speed
Thumping hooves and plumes of blue grey breath
Plagued with smells of ancient death
Though I've never before heard the name
I know where I will find The Knave
Arcane forces pointing guiding me, devil's own
Descendants... follow me!

The charge of the damage men is coming
The charge of the damage men is coming
Charge!!!

Reaching the place where we dismount our steeds
One of the damage men usurps my lead
All of them follow but that's not the way
Senses they tell me to scream out and say... stay...
But silence remains as I watch them stomp past
And I dive away through the reeds and the marsh
Finding the statues like guards at the cave
Solo I ponder the home of the knave... Knave

This is what he wanted, just me and him
Suddenly, I hear voices, scream from within

Enter! Enter! Enter!
Tell me why you're here...

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