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On this freezing moonlit night

Rotten corpses strew the ground

I wander this sullen battlefield

I, the immortal

My sword stained black

With hundreds of years of blood

I walk the path of so many before me

And live the bloody black steel

Massive trees more ancient than I look down upon the field

As I walk with grim determination

There is only one man whom I seek

One who like me cannot die by the hand of mere man

Thunder rolls over my head, an ominous fog looms

I see him approaching out from the dead of night

Dragging a sword threw the dead and debris

He shall face the bloody black steel

I, the immortal

Face the bloody black steel!

He lies on the battlefield, decapitated, bleeding