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As the dying sun sets behind the mistveiled mountains and the shadows grow deep amidst the |
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Aeidolon Fangs |
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The snowclad peaks almost hid by the cold evening fog gleams with hellish fire under the deep blue northern sky |
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Hidden in the shadows thousand red eyes gleam in the fading light |
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As the army starts it's decent the mountainsides come a live |
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Crawling darkness bringing death through cold black shining metal |
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Reaping lives of mortal men in a bloodcrazed madness |
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As the hordes of evil tear apart the ranks of the mortal army |
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A black steed brings it's master swiftly 'cross the battlefield |
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Morthion attacks in spiteful malice his warhammer sheading blood |
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A shape so twisted by magic and evil his mere presence bringing death |
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The tortured screams of a thousand dying men haunt the midnight sun |
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A black mass of destruction brought slaughter clad in fear |
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The moon's grim face laughs in scorn upon the total death |
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The shapeless twisted darkness spread pestilence with it's breath |
