I wondered through the black mist
the stale air chokin me
the aroma of death
has decended upon me.
I will not become a memory
this life will carry me
through to the everlasting plague.
Despair will be the only thing to save me!
When I return i'll sever heads of strangers!
Drink the blood of your lost loved ones!
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