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The way of white lies within you

To break the light dark consumes you

Granted power to corrupt the dead

The miasma

In your head decay is all that lives

Into the land where the dead wander in droves

A vague light fades it's way from my sight

On my way I look for the rite

Held behind the mask of the father

A rite to fuel the flame and

engulf itself in my humanity

Born of the blackened blood

so spakethed by the church

Where clerics shepherd undead

Pillaging what humanity remains as servants of the gravelord

All around me are weeping shells of crestfallen warriors

devoid of purpose and loyalty

The ceaseless discharge from there butchered abdomena

Heretics, defiant of the God’s will

Never accepting the lord’s role for man in the

amaranthine age of Fire

Further into the blackness, the toooooommmmbbb

Where every light is swallowed and dark consumes

Decrepit clerics exhumes the fallen for what might remain

but I seek the soul of the dead lord

Born of the blackened blood

so spakethed by the church

Where clerics shepherd undead