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“Fallen Hero” Part Two
Four days since the first night passed, Disturbed from a sleep so deep. The silent screams wail out again, As our tortured hero begins to weep. Betrayed by love, a temptress' spell, Took from him his own free will. Tore out his heart, sent his forces to Hell, As his brave knights died up on the hill. The voice fades out as morning lights, As our haunted soul bares his good-bye. For why should one suffer such plight, Our tortured soul, why… why… why?
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