Ashmolean - The Black Tormentor Of Doom
I'm running trough the dark forrestbecause they are looking for meEverywhere I go, I hear my nameI can't face it anymore, because my death is nearI feel the breath of the hunters in my neckit is like the dying season has comeI look at the black sky and close my eyesI cry for helpAnd the black tormentor of doom comes downhe has no mercy and kills them one by onethen he takes my soul and flys far awayThe greathorn of victory was madeI can live in peace now
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