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In the Sepulchral Halls of the Wolfcross
Smoke rises from the Urns
Their Voice clings in these Dungeons
Shapes hover above these Spear-blessed grounds.

They profaned these halls with impure blood
They joined hands with the slaves
But you returned to haunt these woods
To revive the fears of nocturnal horrors!

Appear as a Flame floating above the Urns
13 Commanders, Bearers of Symbols of Death
I Recite the Rites of War and Blood
Life bestowed upon your moulded Bones!

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