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In a tale as old as time itself
The age of evil brought an illness that plagues the lands even today
A tyrant who forged the embodiment of evil from the mountains which he reaped
His wrath took physical form
And it showed no mercy to those
Who accepted his presence
From the darkness, it birthed
A true reaper of the people
Peace shall never be restored as long as it lives
It reigns its terror in silence and feeds upon the greed of corrupt souls
Its essence, paranormal and pulsing with hatred
But to the weak mind, it will bring good fortune
If you fail to resist the signs of terror, your fate will be sealed
From the Darkness, It's Birthed
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'Til the end of days
In this hollow skeleton of earth, I roam
Into the caverns, I ventured many ages ago
They seek what I possess in the depths of the mountains
Within the heart of darkness, I find solace
For I am never truly alone
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