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DOTA: Dragon's Blood - Intro Theme

DOTA: Dragon's Blood - Credits Theme

Vague003 – Drowning

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vague003 - drowning - slowed

Vague003 - Drowning (slowed)

original song by Glare -

https://on.soundcloud.com/UTS9XjwPTfGEGdzg8

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slowed remix by me (i don't take credit for any of the song's components all credits go to the original creator, all i did was slow down the song and loop it.) PLEASE DONT TAKE THIS DOWN SOUNDCLOUD ALL CREDITS TO THE ORIGINAL CREATORS!!!

void in blue - glare (slowed + outro loop)

EverythingIsWorseAtNight

DoubleParked

Batida Cosmica

Batida Cosmica (Slowed)

I Like

Hurling hollows to engravings, see your stone is with a chip
When you died in twenty seventeen and blood was spitting from my ribs.
Your family and your friends, they thought, but they don't know you like i did
Thinking back to when we made the grab... Smile, the same as Libb's  
I've always done this on my own, but you're the one I've always missed. 
Gained the focal got my vocal, but without you, I could slip.  
Heard the door and felt the engine then I woke up to a drip
Felt depraved, got self enslaved, I told myself to get a grip
Pressing on, I had to quench. I patched my heart up with a strip
If you choose to scrap out, I Suggest you use no coin to flip
It's always better with the options, up or down, hand on the zip
I know you hated clergyman, I'll turn him outside with a rip
Visions seeing, sounds I'm hearing. Piece of puzzle that won't fit
Shackled purple, no mistake. From coloured, crime I just commit
Blood and sirens, scents of tags, I like it more than just a bit
Don't prefer the soothing waters. Sentimental candles lit.
My home was in the dark, preferred, until I fell into a pit
Got distracted, yearning on. I taste the iron in my spit
Took me for a shot, injecting, my eyes falling-to a slit
Done some dirt, for well and ill, I scrapped out, that I can admit
All this knowledge I acquire, know my delta waves emit.
Clergyman, he knew he took upon himself, to make him sick
Find and squeeze his breath out, Clench my teeth, ignoring his submit
Lying, preaching, covered, says he did it for the sake of it.
Hear your pulse increasing, sensing that I know you're full of shit
Time goes by, I'm trenching tolls,I feel no strengthen on the split.
Went to leave the differed, feeling knowing I would never fit
Left them, felt their conversations making me go vulgar sick!
Felt the presence, getting colder, one more line, across the list
Bust the kit. and they prepare, they turn around inflict a crit
Pale skin to falling dim, the draining bar is taking vit.
Reawaken, understanding. Disappear into the mist
Shivs, the fumes and bloodied rooms, the nearing truth. I reminisce
When we clumped, I never beared my burden, only wore the gift.
Clergy bitch I found that fuck. I took his face off for the print
I wish you saw and felt the pleasure, room of pulp made from the fist
Put into a frame with metal thorns, should i just enter quit? 
I present to you the veins, a coloured change from once addict.
Plot your action, for extraction, quenching thirst and I assist.
Confrontation, losing faith in, myself so I wrote a script
See my necro'd corpse. You see the stains, you see the dirt and grit.
Delta bones, reflect the clone. my upper body, took a twist
Tried to curse me, blood and bones. But you would need a different clip
Hurling hollows to engravings, see your stone is with a chip.

Realm Of Delta Reflection(Prod.Prospector)

Fallen, given none
Only felt the shun
Always fed the lies
Ready, end my run


You're the only one
I know, you'll get it done
See it in your eyes
It burns me like the sun


I used to be someone
This cannot be undone
Don't apologize 
Had so much time to run


Winning, never won
LB, never tonne
Showing my disguise
Seen, by anyone

Hindrance - (Prod.acidream)

Is it right man, break em back to leg sand
Heard you want it done, So proceeding with the clan.
Never seen man, break him take a fucking scan
Break his pack, man, raised among the rats and
Chased around the block. Mashing with the block span
Chopping up the paradox. Shackle them and bring the lock
Should have left it to the elder, shut your mouth up with a sock
As your time was running quicker, blood was ticking on the clock
Heart is racing, trouble facing, now you're troubled with the shock
No-one pity, no-one really. Gives a fuck about your talk 
Bring the hex and shivs to fuckin rip you up, so you can't walk
Cut my brethren, you'll be seeing, your limbs leaving in a flock
Rest your head and close your eyes, line your body with the chalk
Contemplating, should you die, remove your edits, til you're stock
Chose to scrap out, lost the trust, and now you're bleeding on a rock
Now you're kids will never live to see you aging on the dock
When I breathe, in the fight I'm turning my spine  
All the opps that I've faced, I call upon the nine
My path is now clear. and I create the sign
If you front on my roots, that's crossing my line   

Pick the wrong path man. Sound beneath the sand man
Wordings of a blue plan. Printings in my head, ran
Botics for the clergyman. Never wasted on man
Careful watch your step man. I become a mad man.
Lock the doors and cover up, you'll get more than just a tan.
When the rain flows down, you will lose your lifespan
Soil breaking for a ban. Send the word mailman
Hide your stacks in a can. Pray another day man
Slit your throat, make it right. Keep your stack out of my sight.
Offer blood to the beast. Savour some for the night.
In the cave bottoms up, out my beaker all delight
Esoteric on my shelf, knowledge hidden from the light
Every drop, every bite. Feel the urge to acolyte.
I restrain, I retain. All my hunger, brain to sight.
Time is ticking. Blood I'm drinking. Rain is falling. In despite
Made it out, secrets held. Another story, that I write.

Pulchritudinous Sleeve (Prod.FALLEN)

*I apologise for the high pitch "ss" sound. Wear a hoodie underneath your headphones*
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Bliss, man
I can feel the bliss, man 
Wordings of the Tristram
I will never miss clan
You are too remiss, man      
Mess up, you will slip man
Fall into abyss man.
Delta, ought to rip man
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I can bring you back
Shackle in my rag
Savour me a pack
Tripping for a drag
I'm about to crack
I can pick to lag
And your head to hack
Lickle bitch, a scrag
I give you a flak
Go and boss the bag
I've been waitin for the stack
I can see the flag
Etchings, in the lack
Put a fucking tag
Ready for attack!
Battle, never brag
Wordings, for the track
Gambit, for the snag     
I can quench a fucking knack
Stop and watch me go ransack
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I can feel the blight
Take another bite
Now, I feel alright
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Bring you back
I can hold the scratch
Bials on the rack
Listen to the catch
Organs to unpack
You are to attach
From insomniac
That'll never match
They're a maniac
You're amnesiac
Easy for attack
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Wound you cannot patch, I
See the blood drips in the night
Spell is taking over mind
Knowledge, hidden from the light
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Dedicate aggression
Hear my vocals for this session
I am lurking, no discretion
Prompt illusions, wrong impression
Taste of blood, to help me freshen
Never giving my confession
Delta blood is my profession
Holding secrets, my obsession
Might just be my retrogression
Thoughts are moving to procession
I uphold a new digression
Thinking of my newest weapon
Every hit is with compression
In the blood, is my reflection
Hunger, when I hear depression
Maybe that is my confession
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Do you hear my shout?
Please, just let me out
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Shackle me a band
Bet I can withstand
Doubting in demand
Let me prove my hand
Going as I planned
You can never understand
Hear my words as bland
Never know the strand
Maybe I command
I am to be damned
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Running through the night, you never see me tire
Why am I the one that cannot see desire
Why am I the one that gets a blessing and burden sound track on fire
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I can smell the dripping
Leak into the sand
Spare the kicking
I will make anatomy expand
You are missing
I will take your body off the land
I'm forgiving
But you put the pressure to my gland
Time is ticking, for the living
Joyous in the grand
No more running, you are nothing
Trails in the sand
I am giving. I'm admitting
You misunderstand
So forbidding. All the killing
Watching them disband

I Yearn For The Thrill Of Industrial City Horrors(Prod. Sinematic)

Gucci Gucci

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Realm Of Delta Reflection(Prod.Prospector)

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