The Faceless Enemy Intro
So true is the greatness of strife
Of bloodied intentions of morbid proportions
In fires so dire I spared my vast sight
Of wronged old sane ties in the past full of lies
Indifferent I saw these fools in this time
As they pounced and they squabbled each other till death
Oh sorrow, oh gay, I cried these black tears
For conclusions are easy yet they oh cared not!
So now no prayers shall flay on their deception
For the time is so ripe for the grey mist to fall
And to herald the rise of the damned vermilion plague
As stones they rise in place of all raindrops!
I sing the glee this dark heart of the sky
For the King now he moves in stealth and in pride
In grief and in mirth I shower you with pain
So now let the game of destruction begins!
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