GAMES

LYRIC QUIZ

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Scars on her face, filth in her hair, polution in her eyes, we kill the creature she creates then we wonder why she cries.


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“Wait for me dragon, we'll meet in the sky, by fire and magic I am sworn. Hell is calling! We cannot be denied. Fly to the blackness of the storm. We must die to be reborn.”
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