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It’s the same dream every night

It’s a ritual in the mountain air, a mile high

The skin of the priestess shines

In the fading sun that’s growing cold in the Western sky

Your heart’s desire held just barely in your grasp

But you wake up screaming, haunted by the past

Weep in anger

But don’t speak

Of the night

In the shadow of Black Peak

It’s the same dream every night

It’s a massacre and the blood flows down

the mountainside

The eyes of the priestess shine

As she bears her chest and hands you

the sacrificial knife

Amidst the ruins of the world you used to know

You see a figure rising, and you feel your

blood run cold

Weep in terror

But don’t speak

Of the night

In the shadow of Black Peak

No!

The nightmare ends, and the scene dissolves

into the light

But still you feel the eyes of the thing that

was born that night

There’s just one chance to break the curse

The mountain calls, you must return

The beast will come, you know it must

So raise your blade and cast it to the dust

Let your mind go

Feel the wind blow

Through the shadow

Of Black Peak

Let your blade show

That you’ve let this go

Let the blood flow

Down Black Peak

Let it flow!

It’s a long way down