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Legions of ghouls

The blackened sons and daughters

Of the twilight bane

We rise from shadows.

With hearts like thunder,

And eyes like burning coals,

We march on the bastions,

Where the tyrants have their tolls,

The moonlight guides our vengeance,

As fangs shine like steel,

No more will we bow down,

The blood of wolves we feel.

A symphony of howls,

Echo in the dark,

We are the shadows,

We’ll leave our mark,

With sharpened teeth

And silver blades,

The undead rise

On wings like Eagles.

In the full moon’s glory

Transform into the beast

To kill the tyrants

Piece by piece