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Through shadowed skies, it spreads its wings,

A predator born from ancient kings.

The city's pulse, a trembling heart,

As vengeance calls, the hunt will start.

Nocturnus accipiter, tenebris regnat,

Mortem portat, ultionem cantat.

Its piercing gaze, the fear it sows,

A silent death where darkness grows.

It strikes with speed, a ghostly flare,

The winds of wrath its solemn prayer.

Nocturnus accipiter, tenebris regnat,

Mortem portat, ultionem cantat.

In crimson streets, the echoes wail,

A tale of terror, a shadowed trail.

No mercy found, no dawn will break,

Until revenge has claimed its stake.

Nocturnus accipiter, tenebris regnat,

Mortem portat, ultionem cantat.