I, who walk disguised among, i, who have watched death a thousand times i, who perform the murderous art, king of kings, lord of pain The tempter of eternal life, the beholder of the evil eye Prince of death, the true servant of the dying kind I, an angel of death From the dark abyss rejected from heaven condemned to a realm more evil than ever imagined a realm of pain and suffering never known to living man you will bleed forever again i, who lurk in the darkest shadows i leave no life behind I, who dwell in your deepest fear write this in human blood my last words to mankind follow my way crush the living hypocrite and those who speak of death with pleasure and no desire Let us gather to create what once were what could have been for this is the task and quest to those who succeed the gates will open to the realm of death and we will welcome you as a brother together we will rule the throne of death to those who fail we will reach out from the darkest of hell and with viscious intent rip your soul apart...
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