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Blood stains run down the castle walls,
down the stairs,& into green gold.
Shadows of an invisible war haunt the
streets.Mass hysteria tramples the old,
drowns the young into the depths of a
terror whose treachery runs deep.Deep
enough to disembowel the earth.

Grab them by the throat,rip out a chunk
& salt the hole.Reputation is inept when
waging war.The death of a holy one is
worth fighting for.Hang the vermin.

We will exterminate the night.You'll be
the first to die at the gallows.

The sound of your spine snap tingles me
to the bone.Retribution is a cause worth
fighting for,the whores of restlessness are
begging for more.We're on the brink of
the death of a golden age,an age where
all there is to get paid.

At the price of a golden age,all the
damage done

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