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Out of the morning mist.

The hoard comes riding.

Their thunder shakes the ground.

Trembles beneath them.

The smell of fear and death,

As people tremble around.

His blade meets flesh.

Then he slithers away.

The mindless follow.

This shape-shifting wizard.

Sacrifice themselves.

To the cult of the snakes.

The mindless follow.

Thulsa Doom.

For one thousand years

He preached the way of steel.

Ruled with an iron fist.

Bringing, them to their knees.

Children made his slaves.

Power through the serpents speak.

All now worship.

This shadow god.

Warrior now has come.

Trained by the ways of the sword.

Sent by a wealthy king.

To save his daughter,

Revenge is on his mind.

To slay this serpent lord.

Bringing back honor.

To his people

Cut off the head of the snakes.

Cut off the head of the snakes.

Cut off the head

Of Thulsa Doom.