hark!
a scout has reached the gate, bringing news of war
in
on shadowed roads we run, for secrets london holds
new cross
kill the orcs, slay the orcs, destroy the orcs
you returned
Behold a speeding shape
A ship upon the waves
Racing swift as
You need to die for
She cries her evil moan
Woman like
Night marauders lay waste to the land
honorless battle, consuming the
awaken by the terror of a thousand wars
a vision of
born with shining steel in hand, fightings all you know
mastering
out of the fog comes a huddled shape
cloaked head to
in the year four thousand fifty five, wykydtron came to
Great and terrible are thingsThat feed on fearAfflicting all the
In the reaches of the old haunted treesA place where
Don't walk the cold and ruthless streetsThey drain the life
The trumpets sound the endThe crack of seals breakImpending devastation
All beware the blackened tongueIts laden heavy with liesBleeding on
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