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Lady HeresyTears flow from her eyesWhile she roams the isle She now stands alone The path marked unknown She stands alone Out of the dark This army of hate Spawned from fate Tracking her every move She runs deeper into the unknown Nature’s fierce hands grasp her fleeing heels She runs further from my heart Her footsteps flow over the hill tops Through sacred lands of beauty She knows her love She know her heart With the hate from mankind They hunt her down With one thing on their mind Burn her, burn her, burn her! Burn her! The top of a cliff The end of unknown No further she roams No further she roams Burn her, burn her, burn her! Burn her! |