wet grass and dying trees
stone houses abandoned in time
a ghastly fog float on the ground
a spectral green light all around.
Mysterious whispers from nowhere,
a dark silouhette suddenly appears
behind skeletric twisted brenches,
a black figure with burning eyes.
Kalrog screams his battlecry,
and told his enemy to face him,
the figure slowly moved so close,
an awful surprise for our proud knight
evil smile on his face
the demon laughs and called his name:
what a bad joke of destiny,
Gomory incarnated in Kalrog's Mentor!
Anthorn was in front of him,
or what remained of his dear friend,
only a corrupted shape,
now possessed by this menace..
..a sinister figure.

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