Retreat, divide What moved, what blurred What spun, what changed Our perception of reality? Awaiting the battle, destined Reflecting the ending desired On bloodstained soil The circles meet Face him On bloodstained soil The fog dispersed Come forth A new enemy Unknown, begone It stirs, it tears It rips, it shreds The bizarre nature of our kind Awaiting the battle, destined Reflecting the ending desired On bloodstained soil The circles meet Face him On bloodstained soil The fog dispersed Come forth A new enemy Awaiting the battle, destined Reflecting the ending desired On bloodstained soil The circles meet Face him On bloodstained soil The fog dispersed Come forth A new enemy For what, for whom? No rule, no sense
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