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The Slayerking
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Southern Gate of the Sun
Riders on flamboyant horses march Golden horizon rises from dust The best of servants play the kings Descending epoch melts the rings
I know you come to see the light, I know you come; you arrived The rays of light wash your way, towards the temple of fallen fame
Fire, I don't believe a word they pray Fire, I don't believe a word they say
Thrown into lake of madness fraud Trying to breathe and play the role Servants wanted more and more Stage full with bodies that fail to perform
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