Through the depths of hell we go
Riden In the shadows
In search for the blade of woe
The enchanted blade Of Faiya
Demons on our tail as we ride upon the dragon
To the right and to the left, venom pulsing through my vains
Fighting hordes of demons, while we see pouring fires of rain
But nothing can stop our way 'cause we have the might of the lion
We fought our way through the depths of hell, do I hear the devil cryin?
Hands on the sword, passing through the void back to the earth
we've got the blade the blade with a name
The enchanted blade of Faiya
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