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A legend tells of a mighty warrior led by his royal will

To traverse the Dark and stop it’s vital spread

 With a trusty comrade at his side he fought the Primeval Beast

A battle for the ages shook the Abyss from within

It is said that he prevailed but so much blood was shed

In his final glimpse of life he called upon his king

In a coffin now he sleeps, buried in the Darkroot Garden

With a Great Grey Wolf to guard his rest from all trespassing foes

Not once were his eyes shut or was the grave disturbed

A thousand swords now lie before him as a warning sign of death

Yet I come forth and raise my blade and the wolf shall soon fall down

In a final battle as we met under the desert moonlight

As fire breached from Hell beneath

And lightning bolts fell from the sky

The silent forest was the only witness

Of our wrath and force and blood

As fire breached from Hell beneath

And lightning bolts fell from the sky

The mighty wolf lies cold and breathless

Reunited once again with his master

Now the legend tells of an undead warrior led by his grievous fate

To traverse the Dark and meet an ancient serpent

As the Kings were slain the warrior called the seeker

So he rose from the Abyss and told the forbidden truth

“Your past is blurred and thoughts are twisted by the hands of the old lord

He fears the man within you and trembles at the sight of Dark

Entrust thine flesh to me for I am your faithful guardian

And together we shall plant the seeds of a glorious age!”

All hail our new Dark Lord!

And welcome the Age of Man!