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    This twisted wretched place shadowed by the utmost darks of hell
    In dreams of black beyond the bounds of a withered witch's spell
    Where the doors surely are locked when the sun threatens to wane
    Where shamblers dwell in dim moon light beyond the warmth of day

    Liars line the roads at dawn watchful eyes are upon you held
    Sacred weapons to the sacred revealed to be unleashed upon the council of hell
    Blood flows down the streets at night where wolves cry out for flesh
    Where a horrible curse taints the woodlands nearby with the forms of the walking dead

    Unholy inversion of hope twisting the faith of the meek into hate
    Driven insane by the dark one to bring forth the foul biddings he speaks
    The undead are among us at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds
    They dance by night and drink the blood of a child's broken neck

    His spires are growing taller still their shadows stretching throughout the land
    Freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man

    Into the tower never go the horrors multiply
    Gears can mince the strongest ones leaving heroes paralyzed
    The rivers flow with poison the sands swallow you whole
    The ghouls that roam this darkened wood are thirsting for your throat

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