I was born with a wolfs desire With a serpents tongue and a darkened heart I have risen to ranks of wisdom As the silent hand of the shaded one
Messenger and wanderer of worlds Harbinger, heralding death's knell
I am aide to the Lord of Shadow Friend to hounds, the assassin saint Rifting portals lend me succor Instruments of death shall I create
Son of silence, sent to sunder some Buried blades in a blink and then it's done
Go and summon your warrens of magick Do not hope for defense to sustain There have been many others before you Greater ones who by my hands were slain
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