Troops were circling me while I was sleeping
There breath was rancid
They seemed to want nothing but my death
However I was proteced
Holy one that I love protect me now
Heal me I prayed
Zealots of a far land
Zealots come to me now
Zbee calls you to kill the one that is a nusiance
Lethal ones become of me
Let us come together
Lend me your hand
In slaughtering
In becoming
Incorpral
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