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Black Riders pt 3
hope never dies
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Alas, our hope remains
Shining trough your soul
Grab tighly to your reins
Go back to your damned hole
Far, ahead in the light
Great armies now assemble
To stand up and fight
To make Black Riders tremble
On roads of sadness
On which all life is gone
They come to end the madness
From whence Black Riders come
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