I must not feel sorrow, nor anger.
I must cleanse this world without remorse, the Land's Ranger.
Sorrow, whatever happens,
I must not feel it.
For if I do,
I void my writ.
I vow to vanquish the darkness, layer by layer,
This is the vow of a slayer,
So watch yourselves, creatures of man's demise,
I am on your trail. Upon you, you have my eyes...
I must cleanse this world without remorse, the Land's Ranger.
Sorrow, whatever happens,
I must not feel it.
For if I do,
I void my writ.
I vow to vanquish the darkness, layer by layer,
This is the vow of a slayer,
So watch yourselves, creatures of man's demise,
I am on your trail. Upon you, you have my eyes...
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