A barbaric land where the sword is the law, and killing is the way of life. An infernal wasteland and down a barren plain; A warrior stands the test of fate. His face is cracked from the wicked hands of time, and scars from war have past, Taking the reins from a shadowy steed, I shall kill the foyus at it`s layer!
Morbid Scream!
Skulls and bones lie relics in the sand; Remembrance of men that came before. The ground is scorched from the dragon`s breath, and corpses burned to stench and ash. I awake in fury when the dragon attacks; Advancing in anger - spitting fire. Our barbarous laws, my thundering axe, yet we`ll fight the beast to it`s death!
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