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Souls of the Reverent
Souls of the Reverent
From the misty mountains to the abyssal canyons
Plagued by loneliness and despair
Darkness consumes the soul
This curse has afflicted me long enough
Thrice damned I will if I do nothing
Each step is haunted by the screams of the condemned
Hands of the underworld bind me with chains
Withstanding the onslaught of torture; none can shatter my will
I shall break free and erase the demons of the past
In retaliation, I go to arms
Plated armor protects the soul and the mind
The blade keeps darkness from the heart
A sable cloak shrouds my presence
I must act
Each step is haunted by the screams of the condemned
Hands of the underworld bind me with chains
Withstanding the onslaught of torture; none can shatter my will
I shall break free and erase the demons of the past
Minions of the darkness patrol with the eyes of a hawk
Hidden in the shadows, I march to the lair of my enemy
Weapon drawn, I relinquish my fear and toss away hesitation
Joined by warriors of the diverse, we confront an enemy of the same
Each step is haunted by the screams of the condemned
Hands of the underworld bind me with chains
Withstanding the onslaught of torture; none can shatter my will
I shall break free and erase the demons of the past
One by one, enemies fall by the sum of our might
Under the glow of the great silver eye,
We howl with determination of the light
Raging beasts thrash and storm to destroy us
But none can fell a warrior of purity
Each step is haunted by the screams of the condemned
Hands of the underworld bind me with chains
Withstanding the onslaught of torture; none can shatter my will
I shall break free and erase the demons of the past
As one, we plunge our blades into the belly of the beast
Nearly being consumed by darkness, our will resists temptation
Perched upon the cadaverous body of our fallen enemy
We are the Reavers of Minority
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