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Upon the Cliff, In Castle Stormveil

Outside sentries to best and then you go inside

There's a stranger to test your strength and dying light

The pincher concerned about your entry to the keep

The fate of their debauched risk, immaterial

Exiled and grafted and forbidden lust

Ulcerated tree spirit, and Knights to halt your advance

Five scores of soldiers, in the wide courtyard, guarding eternity

You rest in gateside chamber, recuperate, to reach foul Godrick

Climb over many dead bodies you need

To find the Shard Bearer, to get the light you seek

Ah fuck, treachery, here come the Dark,

covered in misshapen limbs and rusty blades, hungry to get you

Unbeaten you loot the dungeons and keep the carrions at bay

the devastator, you fear not and valiantly reject

Crushing the white lion and stab the fucking birds

Wash yourself in golden light and take on the King