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Edge of OblivionEdge of oblivion, heads in the sandWolves in the fold raping the land Shadows of men by meekness consumed Weak willing slaves marching to doom Dire whirlwinds growing, the craven fall deaf Seek no compassion, mailed fist you will get Standing defiant, the bold brazen few Storm-battered monoliths, guardians of truth Edge of oblivion, bewildered they fall Madness and chaos darken the halls Powerless servants basking in woe Headlong to nothingness, gladly they go At the final hour they see the chasm opens wide The feckless fall into the void Dire whirlwinds growing, the craven fall deaf Seek no compassion, mailed fist you will get Standing defiant, the bold brazen few Storm-battered monoliths, guardians of truth Edge of oblivion, heads in the sand Wolves in the fold raping the land Shadows of men by meekness consumed Weak willing slaves marching to doom |