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The ruling is nigh...

Behold this sceptre -

Adorned with ruin

Mediator on our impetuous flight of carrion

Searing hearts envision war

Possessed with undead rage and

Knowledge from surpassed times

Taking to arms, vanquishing with immolative fury

Foes of whom foolish to stare our faces - petrify

Thrive on the essence of their fear - for our power

Savage trolls derelict in light

Embodied in flesh drawn from this Earth

Our collective minds foaming spite

Smeared by truth

Conquer, Purify...

We shall thrive in our polished castles

The weak will claw at the walls