Every star now spoke about the war from Hell to those on earth that live
holy soul began to grieve, its like a lick the poison of the sting
Rapture’s mingled tear, tyrants on the march
Slavery's violence, the vital fire seems re-illumed
Consummation of the darkest hope
The birth of the Lycan
Hatred rules his sinews and coerces his black soul to act
Vile sheep is in blood

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