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Possessed Swing Of The Axe

the axe The blood starts to flow the axe of pain Running for safety eyes start to bleed Red is the sight of evil pain Swing of the axe the curse is on

escapade Or at least as a teacher from my trade Of my rhyme [Fruitkwan] My rhyme's wrapped in a fury of hate And dare a devil rhyme rebel my axe terminate

of Zyrashana's legions, commanded by the fearsome and unswervingly loyal battle-lord Talus Ebonfy re, a man of sublime brutality whom many beleived to be possessed

rarely sober. But there's no tracin I see the place in the flow. I'm beyond dawn, No I'm not in the lawn under pawns - Don't rest, never possessed stagnate