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Let not his kindness, his manners, fool you

A crypt of blood oaths, and measures of phosphorus

The lives lost per the spectral force are hounded by chaos

She keeps the dead and dying at bay, thriving on smells foul

Exhume the last and let The One forgo this carnal sin, unbridled, tainted

Cycles of such vicious strife the two endure

And for naught; The One struck down as himself, a pawn, allowing our king to rise

Now, Frost, once revered, checks again out of history's essence

"Return the bastards to their homeworld of pollution

I permit you use of any realms necessary"

Black peppers the sky, benign forces awry

The house they left laughs in the wake of this mold creeping the streets, the seas, the air

No amount of violence, violence, No amount of violence, violence will satiate

"Return the bastards to their homeworld of pollution

I permit you use of any realms necessary"

It's been a pleasure to meet you, sir Arthur Frost

It's been a pleasure to meet you, sir Arthur Frost

"Mutilation and contempt," orders must be done

So he shook our hand before he took our life