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... with grey, and give it all to you, a gift devoid of life, pillers of smoke arise, a mass of twisted wrecks, sinking and dragging down, The countess loves her war, A masacre at sea, the waves carsh hard with red, the signs of wolves align, This is a light dirge, as we prepare another funeral, Here lies a dead dream another brother, another casualty." Oh you think it stops there huh? Not really. ...

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