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From The Chronicles of Death "Armageddon" The terrible face of the beast, Standing cruelly at Hell's Gate He awaits the next bloody feast, All see the horrors of their fate. Different names has the demon. We know his name, the Dark One! He doesn't listen to any reason, The battle of Armageddon has begun. Many will lose and some will win. Alone, few survive the battlefield. Cared not, how much they'd sinned! Bayonets, no more, shall they wield. Our reddest blood has turned to dust. God gave us strength for another day. Sweet victory will be ours, it must! For survivors of a horrorible fray! ![]()
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