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No defear, no loss of human nature, no death

Can ever scop a man became demigod

Voice in a frozen wind

Legend of a future kids

War now he brings

Terror of the sixth wing

Hanging in the tragedy of the war and still he is

Able to laugh in front of his death that you surty know

Pleets of blood will forth out

From the hand of demigod

Screams and grief will complete

The dark mission of his birth

Demi-god

With no guns in his hands advancing in that trendh

Where death shots with no truce curning all in decadence

Demi-god

As his rage continues to raise, destroying all that you see

All his words return to me: I will kill and I'll be free

Pleets of blood will forth out

From the hand of demigod

Screams and grief will complete

The dark mission of his birth