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For a new day arise

A storm on the horizon

In a world without life

There seems to be a sign

By the waters of the lake

An imprint in the sand

That follows to the cliffs

Mysticism’s Keep

Feel the cold stone walls

Unknown who’s here before

Behind the door

An unfamiliar phrase

The last Shadow of Five

Hidden away in the cliffs of Mallon

Secret assembly to restore a land

drained from the wailing horde

Gray waters fall over the edge

Color fading from the skies

And as the wind draws near

The Shadow emerge from the cliffs

Thought to be sent by Death himself

Visions of God

And beasts of Hell

Merge into one

Thunder of the storm

Thousands of screams

Whispers to the ground

Residing in the air

The age of the banshee

Preying on the dust of humanity

The last flame is burning

Shadow against phantom

The raging williwaw

Approaching closer to the door of refuge

Howls reflect off the walls of the cliff

Now in the sight of the shadow

As they realize the danger

Engulfing them in the dark

Retreating to the cliffs to remain concealed

For three days to pass

But the horde has sensed their presence

Evil minds devoted only

to leaving none alive

They try to find a way inside