| Entrusted with deed to slay primordial beasts
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| That is my quest, that i may harness his dark design
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| To cut apex from the crown and join the artifacts
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| In perverse unholy union
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| With our might we shall arrive to save our world
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| It descended from heaven in smokeless flame
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| The dagger of ancients incribed with the names
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| To aid in my quest to slay the elder beast
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| And to forge it’s apex into the instrument of dreams
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| Into the labyrinth of Knossos we march
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| And descend into the bowels of the lower world
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| Half man and half beast
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| Unlike anything that had been seen
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| The hallmark of hellbeasts within a dream
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| Now we prime our attack
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| Mounting surveillance
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| Our position not blatant
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| The perception of our magick magnified
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| Caused this beast to discover in time
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| Die!
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| And to the ground my comrade was pinned
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| Within it’s grip in disbelief, could this battle we win?
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| Before it’s teeth sank into the skin
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| My spell cast to his crown
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| It turned and relentlessly charged against me
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| Our spells used — now futile
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| Upon strength we must rely
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| Realized my only choice
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| Now with dagger in hand
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| The monstrosity it must die
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| My powers in tow and my visions aligned
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| To complete this chthonic test
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| The hostility of a vicious hellbeast
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| That is the terror of this perilous quest
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| Though difficult it be, we shant not concede
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| To the great horned beast that would rival my destiny
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| With fulfillment of deeds
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| Crown myself as king
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| Indentured to aquire the apex
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| Now dread has consumed us
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| Yet if i do not act it shall be us that will be entombed
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| This hour of danger has been brought before us
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| Upon my shoulders, on me the world weighs
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| Within the inner workings of my mind
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| The realization, blackest flames we shall bring to all mankind
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| My powers in tow and my visions aligned
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| To complete this chthonic test
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| The hostility of a vicious hellbeast
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| That is the terror of this perilous quest
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| Though difficult it be, we shant not concede
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| To the great horned beast that would rival my destiny
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| With fulfillment of deeds
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| Crown myself as king
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| Indentured to aquire the apex
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| Summoned forth from the black
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| An apparition appears
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| It allows us to escape
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| I mount the neck of the beast
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| And draw my dagger in haste
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| Soon the prison of the soul shall be erased
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| It’s body flailing
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| And the blade raised on high
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| White knuckled, gripping it’s head
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| A singular thrust to it’s crest
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| For the monstrosity spells it’s death
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| As it’s body crumples to the ground
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| My dagger removes the sacred horn
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| It shall resound |