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Daring above the frozen hell below,
Fury of the storm is callous to our screams,
Crawling for blood as millenia ago,
Echo the tempest thunder in their hearts,
Jolts that quake my fearless adversaries
Whose black eyes, a purified disease.

Frantic strikes slaughter these godless beings,
But for each I smite a thousand fill their wake,
No longer shall these nightmares chase me,
Vanquished be the devil 'gainst my blade.

Writhing sea of black vines through the fog I see,
Beasts lurching from voids and hollowed earth,
One latches to my spine and tapers my wings
Now gouged with my pike we suffer the same
Jolts that quake my fearless adversaries
Whose black eyes a purified disease.

Frantic strikes slaughter these godless beings,
But for each I smite a thousand fill their wake,
No longer shall these nightmares chase me,
Vanquished be the devil 'gainst my blade.

Eldest of Evil at the heart of the swarm,
A wicked mountain ascends from the horde,
Goliath's footsteps tremor the shattered stone,
Blackest of blood drains vigor from my sword!

Frantic strikes slaughter these godless beings,
But for each I smite a thousand fill their wake,
No longer shall these nightmares chase me,
Vanquished be the devil 'gainst my blade.

Frantic strikes slaughter these godless beings,
But for each I smite a thousand fill their wake,
Now these nightmares devastate me,
Vanquished redeemer for your sins, I am slain!

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