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Seven Lifetimes
05:06
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I have wandered through the waste, cursed steel sits heavy in my hand. Behind me flow rivers of blood. Like a specter, I stalk the land. With this axe, I am condemned to be the weapon of the gods. Punished for my blasphemy, will I ever find solace? For seven lifetimes, I stand accused; sentenced to wield this blade. to cut down those the gods condemn. I’ll spill holy blood to buy their peace This ebon blade, bound to my hand by runes and incantations. Thief of my slumber. May I one day break the seal. May I one day raise this steel. May it taste of blood divine. That somnolence I may find
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Twin Furies
05:17
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Fever took a third, an assassin on the wind. The next third were vanquished, the population thinned. Plague! Like a shroud! Ashen flesh decayed. In the collapse of the realm we knew, those twin furies mete punishment undue. Together we could stand to face the threat. Alas, our disunity hastened the onset of war! Betwixt the realms! A futile, van crusade. Whence wake the furies, ruin, death, and pain. Whence rest the furies, what of us will remain? We turned against each other to bring a new dark age.
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At the End of Days
05:43
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The sky an endless swirl of sickening haze. Eddys of smoke from before the coming of the final days. Ashes and dust, all that remains. Ashes and dust, at the end of days. The familiar stench of carrion lingers still, while we few survivors pray that death has had his fill. Behold the Wasteland! The Earth now scarred. Behold the cities! By fire charred. Behold the mountains! Ground into sand. Behold the ruin! Our cursed land. Behold the forests! Now grey and bare. Behold the sky! Choked of its air. Behold the sea! The vengeful waves. Behold our people! At the end of days!
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The Bloody Hundred
05:00
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Across these plains, a malignant gale. Riders plunder upon steeds such deathly pale. Yet I’ve sworn an oath to see order restored. A peace we’ll know as last whence falls the last of the horde Too long they’ve trampled, endless ruin in their trail. Too long we’ve lived in fear that our homes they will assail. Without warning they descend, to put all to the blade. Yet I’ve sworn an oath to see order restored. A peace we’ll know at last whence falls the last of the horde. The bloody hundred ride, a fog of blood and steel. The bloody hundred raid, towns broken on the wheel. The bloody hundred hunt, their prey cower in dread. And when they take their leave, all will be left for dead.
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The Worshippers Below
06:05
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The thunder hammer strikes the ground, coming from on high. Forged with darkest magics from the lightning in the sky. To cleanse the land of those whom, idols, still revere Those foolish sects who wallow in a love of ignorance and of fear. Kill the prophet, slay their sect. Raze the temples, until nothing’s left. Those who speak on behalf of gods shall face the hammer’s wrath. Their cries fall upon deaf ears, now, in the aftermath of the battle to prove, at last, their magics are a lie. For no gods watch from upon the mount, no divine power they supply. Crush the Holy, free the wastes, from the lies of their gods. Burn their temples, warm yourself on pyres of their flesh. The prophet’s throne, crushed beneath the thunder hammer’s mighty blow. The next strike, merciless, falls the idol on the worshippers below.
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As Oblivion Beckons
09:02
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Eternally, we suffer, in pain, a dull longing. Alone, yet together, in glacial isolation. Pursued by the fever, across wind swept plains, waiting for death to mercifully claim us. I call out your name, like an incantation, and pray it reaches your ears, echoing across time. I watch us waste away as the world burns. I feel us led astray, as the sky turns. I welcome the end; that obsidian darkness singing us to slumber with its siren song. Wrapped up in blackest night, at last we slip away. We Lost souls, intertwined, as oblivion beckons.
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Huntress of Stars Illinois
"Are those the stars, and not their furious eyes, that now before her coming chariot glare?"
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