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Through the fog

To ancient halls

Only known in crumbling scrolls

Summoned here into my realm

With mace and shield and shadow helm

They come

They die

They rise

They fight to regain their lives

Then they die

Their shades will forever fight

Countless times we've stalked these halls

Countless times we've fought these hoards

The tower prison terror green

The tunnel's molemen labouring

The flying mantas of storm shrine

The ogre bogs, filled with slime

A warning scrawled upon the ground

A magic ring a goblin found

The merchants here, they trade in souls

You've learned the spells the old one knows

Countless times we've stalked these halls

Countless times we've fought these hoards

Armored knights with glowing eyes

Dragon's breath and haunting cries

Forgotten souls that haunt these worlds

Questing blind and in soul form

Survive this day and you may find

A demon's mouth into you climb