Tomes Of Black

Found our second kill
On a lonely hill

Ask them to admit
Show them truer grit

Caked in mud, pockets emptied
Tomes of black fueling our flames
We made a fire

Part the books from the minds that channel
Naught but beatable humans remain
We made merry



Credits
Writer(s): Erik Fossan Rasmussen, Magnus Nymo, Patrick Casper Wivegh, Arve Barsnes, Rikard Johan Jonsson
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