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The chosen awaken from their sleep

Risen from ashes, buried deep

Awoken only to ignite the unkindled flame

Hunting out all the lords who fell

Taken them out by sword and spell

Returning them to their posts as keepers of the flame

Grasping the great sword, the battle now awaits

Hunting the fallen, so they can take their place

The lone pyromancer torches every foe

But only the bravest can defeat the darkest soul

Their weapons adorned with dragons blood

Armour and great shield, dragged through mud

Risen knights and ghouls will face their final breath

The giant lord falls by thieving deeds

Weapon stolen from beneath its feet

Taken down by the sword known as “Ruler of the Storm”

Grasping the great sword, the battle now awaits

Hunting the fallen, so they can take their place

The lone pyromancer torches every foe

Only the bravest can defeat the darkest soul

Grasping the great sword, the battle now awaits

Hunting the fallen, so they can take their place

The lone pyromancer torches every foe

But only the bravest can defeat the darkest

Defeat the dark souls