300 hundred nightmares I hold,
Must break free from this wicked mold.
Conquer all or face death,
There is no other way but to hold my breath.
Many have fought and many have fallen,
Many have risen and many have seen the bottom,
But I refuse to stay motionless in my coffin,
In constant battle, that is my calling.
The choice is mine; to live or to die,
To see hell or to be part of the sky,
To look within or to find idols without,
The choice is mine; no doubt.
Bring it on 300 or 3000
Victory, I will hold, it had been shouted,
Not just by the old me, but by my forefathers,
I stand alone against my nightmares; lesson for my sisters and brothers.
I will survive the attack once more,
THIS IS WAR!!!
I…………….THE FRIEND AND FOE!!!
FEEL THE FIRST BLOW!!!
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