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The heat seeping away from all else, into the Cold.At My "Breath" Battles End. Dare Me.I Will Show All Heroes And Villains How It Ends...The Moment When They Meet Their End.There Will Always Be Still 2 Of Me Left To Face Them. Tell Me What's Left Of Me. I Stare Out Over The Waters...Looking Into The Streams,The Suns Glistening. Will My Want To See The Angels Always Be A Dream? Lord Please Fuel Me. I Stand As I Hold My Cold Sword. Every step I take is another Battleground. I'm Rolling Up On The Horizon! Cybertron Loss My Interest So I Am Megatron As He Should Have Been A Total Force Of Destruction. My Horse Rides So Boss That It Looks Like I'm Falling Off His Back. My Entrance Is Met By The Sound of My Horses Hooves Galloping Shuffling The Dirt! The Landscape Is My Sidekick. As I Arrive, The Darkness Comes! Awe Struck At The Sight Of Me Everyone Stops... Like A Fraction, I Come Through With A One Swipe By My Cold Sword. I'm Sitting Side View With My Hood Like A Fountain! Déjà-Vu... Catch My Side View Again Something Like A Shadow... It Is Me Riding Overhead The Battlefield As The Darkness. When I Come, The Cold Is Me. Now It Is - Me Against Everything.
