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Behold this monstrosity

Reeking in mortal flesh

Seeking its coldness in the dark

It sighs and wails in the winter forst

It was sworn to an oath of darkness

It buries itself in tired empty leaves

To meet the True Dark Moloch

The wretchedness seeking its dark mystical brotherhood

Dulled and pained by ancient evil lullabies

Only groaning for darkness

In his vision, through the eyes of stone

Separated from the dark clouds

It see's The Valley of the Rogovi

Behold its disturbed glory and immortal evil

Upon the shadow ablazed throne

The monstrosity mutilates its flesh in reverence

To its ever disturbed emptiness

He bows to the True Dark Lord.