| Cult of Ashand (Chapter One)
The Secret of Ashand |
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| Marching through the mists of time Marching to the death-knell's chime Came a thousand warriors brave Marching to their early grave |
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| Their cause so simple, pure and right A call to arms, a call to fight To exterminate the House of Ashand And grind the denizens to sand. |
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| But what awaits them is not found Upon the consecrated ground Crusaders all will fight and die As the reaper sings a lullaby |
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| Beneath the house a cult doth dwell They have the eye, the mystic spell That guards it's keepers oh so well And sends it's enemies to hell |
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| A fearsome battle did ensue And swords and arrows cut tissue The House was taken, so they thought The real battle yet to be fought |
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| From their sepulcher they rose The Cult, the air around them froze Even those who were once bold Felt fear that made their blood run cold |
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| The eye, the spell, the deadly chant It's magic working to supplant The Cult of Ashand's enemies The House of Ashand shall be freed |
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| A thousand horrors were unleashed To enter on a bloody feast Destroy the army, piece by piece And send them to Mephistopheles |
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| Mere flesh cannot resist the eye It's vengeance pouring from the sky So mortal, don't forget this tale The Cult of Ashand shall prevail |
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