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My topographies misinterpret the trial sun

Who guides my bloodlust.

I am the chosen of Chasten.

Thizgarted Gate is my perception.

Fight Forever.

Claim your sword.

The spinning saw shall find you.

Chew the bones of your mortal master.

Fight to kill, choose your death.

Another soul to capture,

taste the blood of your mortal master

Fight.

Fight.

Fight.

Fight.

Fight Forever.

Choose your fate.

No afterlife will hold me.

Claim the throne of your mortal master.

Fight Forever.

Claim your sword

A vengeful heart in harvest.

A knight stripped of armour.

A waste of skin to corinate.

A puzzle box unsolved.

A key without a message.

What makes a man without his map?

True horror lies beneath the carpet. The imagination grows the carpenter of carnage. My topographies misinterpret the trial sun who guides my bloodlust.