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Traverse the black sands
The Ancient tower calls
Scorching sun is heating
The ground's searing to the touch
With swarms of vermin
Feeding on my blood
A pilgrim in the land kissed
by the cloven tongue of its lord

Stalked by a vengeful god
My kingdom to spill his blood

The mace and chain I wield:
Upon the anvil formed
My will and blackened steel:
Upon the anvil formed

Behind the ruins
Of the sacrificial well
Through the bones of virgins,
where the shrine dwells

Before the brazen gates
His bane now awaits

Breaking, the gates are open wide
The halls run with blood
Crushing the bones, a violent storm
From his throne he will fall

Stalked by a vengeful god
My kingdom to spill his blood

The mace and chain I wield:
Upon the anvil formed
My will and blackened steel:
Upon the anvil formed

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