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Hell is not far away

Time’s toll rings loud

The weak will rise

The ill will rise

The fools will rise

The dead will rise

Hear, hear the sound of crushing chaos

Your empire awaits let no evil betide you

The enemies are far away and most of them have perished

The day is seized and peace restored

So you can rest on your throne of ash

On your throne of ash

Endeavors of the devil, or God’s wanton ‘bandon?

Ideals warped disarray, the price colossal dread

A pawn across the board, and now you’ve lost the game

The final curtains down, and now the blameless fall

Drifting

Aimless and disheveled

Attempting to conjure hope

Leaving chaos in the wake

The power you held

To make things right

And now you’re too weak?

What a shame…

The weak will rise

The ill will rise

The fools will rise

The dead will rise