Six dearing souls set their path
To a land distant and sorrow,
To the forbidden temple
Where death speaks soothly.
Ride brothers and fear not,
The soul-bell is not to be heard yet.
All heroes, they ride with pride,
Each one with a story to tell.
Torn faces, war scars on their skins,
Even today their hearts are the same.
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A beast in his lair with red eyes open,
Demonic eyes of thousands tortured souls.
Razor sharp claws of death,
Tail of devil himself.

Devilry spreads among us,
As the creature rises.
Fear not brothers,
Time has come to raise our war axes!

Poundering mayhem of blood and flesh,
Screams of souls trapped within him.
The sound of death echoed through the black cliffs.
Three headed demon falls to the ground.

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