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March Of The Damage MenMarching onwards through the massive caveCan 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... |