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Crackling volutions sear the air above, the hisses and retorts of
Adavenan sorcerers' hellfire
Dread beasts of war, their maws
Flay our brethren as they're consumed
The General be damned, his cowardice besmirches us all
I turn to my regiment, the third of the force under my command
"Hault!" I bellow, "About face and form lines! Look upon the faces of our dying comrades!"
"They know we have forsaken their cause, and soon their lives
Their souls are shattered, with armor rent and blades broken"
Failure today will not be in our deaths
But in the abandonment of brothers and friends
If you were in their stead, would not your hearts plead for aid?
Are we to just leave them to die?
- I am met with a unified shout from my men
Three thousand voices in agreement
Their eyes are steeled with resolve
They know what I ask of them
Our allies forsaken will not die alone -
Follow then, my men, descend with me
Down Dreste's Thimble
May the very earth shatter beneath as we charge into our foe
Let them feed on a course of blades
Yet unbroken
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Carving Out The Spine
04:05
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A series of viscid toxicants scald as they flow down my throat
Each swallow turns more caustic than the last
All control has fled my mortal vessel
Forever gone due to ritual's result
The bistre-like elixirs eat away at my spine
Until nothing is left
Years of indentured shame within the cult
I've groveled and pleased the porcine sentinels of Uereh's recipe
A vile thing, her acroamatic legacy
So to are the sacrifices one must make in following it
All will at long last be requited
How sweet, the fruition of my ploy
From the beginning not a one could see through it
Idiots one and all, debasing their gifts with bodily pleasures
My endeavors are of an empire
Built now on what I have gained
Bodies explode as gore splays the walls
With their own entrails about their throats they wriggle
Eyes bulging like decrepit fish
I lavish their deaths, these cunts who deemed themselves my masters
For those mindless, the true believers
Their minds will be as a beaten mash
They who don't swallow their own tongues are free to obey
They will bow before me
These sycophantic mendicants
I have become one of their gods
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Crystal Eyes
04:59
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Fools...
An odd score of human men, the spotted maple murmers to me
They wander aimless, their minds veiled by Vanakis magicks
... all doomed
I see them through crystal eyes
Mysticism
I know that they all shall die
Without my aid, intervention
For these fools who trespass
Into the forest I go
In the starlight something moves
Zeydh and Harelict, hear me, rouse yourselves
Do you see that out of nothing a semblance has formed
A twisted frame, vile with the shape of a wolf
By the moon's luminescence
I see that they all will die
Huddled together amongst a grove of pine
From these truculent beasts, they cannot hide
I hasten down the cobblestone path on which I stride
Deeper and deeper still into the forest I go
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Darconigan Rye, Colorado
Darconigan hail from the Wet Mountains of Colorado where their music and stories are crafted in the dark places of the wood.
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