Close your eyes See the future There will be no mercy You will fall at my feet By my strong hand By the shining Pleads for mercy There is no mercy Spell fire... Burning cold... Spell fire... Bring them all... Now you are The keeper of misery Now you are The one who lose Now take your sword Rise you head and stand up You will be defeated It is your time to die Fire and misery is what you get Fire and misery will mark your offspring Fire and misery is your sign Fire and misery will remain Fire... Misery... Sib... Oh father Sib, please help us, keep away this misery Oh father Sib, please help us, keep away this burning... Fire... Misery... Spell fire... Burning cold... it is misery The Taras bullets are the instrument that which created the cosmic signal that guided to Sib from the stars in his chariot of fire to Suryum, central place where converge the physical world and the underworld, powerful signal that not only attracted Sib...
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