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Yes, another one of my boring, medieval inspired section devided songs

I'm Crit 4 crit.
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The War Of Guilds

I. Oblivion

Mark as guilty, see through faithful eyes.
Make belief for men; condemned!
Ritual Gods sacrifice souls dead from inside.
If only heaten bystanders listened.
Slayed for the future, ignorance bliss we see,
Silent words are whispered, as sacrificed the men be.

Cloaked ink writes down the last blunt memory of truth.
Seeking for an answer, neglecting descriptions of yesterday.
Silent monolouge, locked in rooms, biding time with youth.
Key; thrown out the window, punished if you don't obey.

Yellow dawn, trees tell secrets of a world beyond our,
As shadows foresee tales of Oblivion.
Scattered diamonds across the yard,
Rituals have already begun.

II. Guild Wars

INSTRUMENTAL


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|D|--0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0--------------------------------------|D|
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^Improvise around these notes^

III. Scale of Pityfull Justice

The Scale of Pityfull Justice, weighs the war of guilds today.
At the hands of necromancers, dead priests lay.

The guilds march forward, into the yellow dawn.
Walls circle towns, doors are dead ends.
But they manage to find the right door and the process of life...
Pass before them as they see the condemned.

The Scale of Pityfull Justice, opens gateways to Oblivion.

IV. Guild Wars II

The war of the guilds, factions set between lines.
Spill blood of the dead, upon religios God shrines.
Sacrifice men who have no souls,
Seal demons again, the young and the old.
Lock prisoners who've seen the rituals with open eyes,
Who await the one day, when their knowledge must die.

But it is already to late...

All live in Oblivion...
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Again, I am crit 4 crit. And thank you for reading
When I heard smoking would kill me, I bought shares in Dunhill and Marlboro - Thomas Geraghty

If we don't change it, nothing will fucking change.
#2
Bump
When I heard smoking would kill me, I bought shares in Dunhill and Marlboro - Thomas Geraghty

If we don't change it, nothing will fucking change.
#4
TY. At least one crit
When I heard smoking would kill me, I bought shares in Dunhill and Marlboro - Thomas Geraghty

If we don't change it, nothing will fucking change.