Triumph is the first syllabus I despise your kind Weak, frightened In the face of reality Do you feel my blade inside your pluck? You proved your worth, earn my awe Now shall you call upon the second Mercurial Count I shall be obliged, I shall be obliged Samal be my witness Do not foul yourself with joy As victory is not eternal The man staring back in the mirrors of old Will always reflect your triumph of failures Keep it high and my guidance will be yours Let it go and my blade will kiss your flesh You proved your worth, earn my awe Now shall you call upon the second Mercurial Count I shall be obliged, I shall be obliged Samal be my witness But thou art toddler and my blood And until we meet again Ill love and slaughter Your siblings with all my heart and rusted steel! Thus spoke Botis
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