| As the dying sun sets behind the mistveiled mountains
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| And the shadows grow deep amidst the Aeidolon Fangs
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| The snowclad peaks almost hid by the cold evening fog
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| 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 |