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My thoughts are dark they speak of deep anger
Among the tombstones, I walk.
The remains of my people is entombed here.
There's no one left - but me.
I have sworn by my own blood
That this undoing will be revenged
by my fathers sword.
I will speak to the god of war
and my hail shall be heard
I will hunt these weak infidels.
My people's souls must be
given their rest,
They must be given their rest, I will hunt!
Through sorrow and hatred I will gather my strength
Never shall I rest, until my dying day I will hunt!
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