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Suffice to say it's forgotten,

there is truth in every tale.

Fear the dark for good reason,

evil always stalks the vale.

Denizens of the dark

are hiding in plain sight,

to say they're not real is

a real good way to die.

No use in mourning,

to deny the simple truth.

Missed all the warnings

and the many turns to few.

Ancient legion of the damned mere memory,

man would shake with fear before the Demonarchy.

So "Slay the beast" is the common call for centuries,

hunted down and terrorized by Demonarchy.

There is an animal in her

and the moon will make her howl.

He has been called the impaler,

he's the count dressed in a cowl.

The hag deep in the woods

boils kittens in a pot,

her undead son eats brains

and reeks of body rot.

No use in mourning,

to deny the simple truth.

Missed all the warnings

and the many turns to few.

Ancient legion of the damned mere memory,

man would shake with fear before the Demonarchy.

So "Slay the beast" is the common call for centuries,

hunted down and terrorized by Demonarchy.

The little cabal

meets with every blue moon,

there's ripping of flesh

and scheming the night through.

The quartet from Hell, uneasy alliance,

the best of the worst, the descendants of violence.

Nosferatu, Lycanthrope,

Necromancer and her undead son.

The Scarctic Circle Gathering,

and their right is town folks wrong.

"Hear us breathing, we're always close,

don't confront us, you have no hope."

Ancient legion of the damned mere memory,

man would shake with fear before the Demonarchy.

So "Slay the beast" is the common call for centuries,

hunted down and terrorized by Demonarchy.