Thyne Scabbard – Hordes Of The Shadow
Gun smoke and decay now fill the air,
Armed to the teeth we take our stand.
Decapitating the sons of darkness,
With my axe I’ll leave them lifeless.
Hordes of the shadow still pressing on,
Consuming the living till the break of dawn.
Drops of blood turn into rivers,
as we trudge through the mounds of corpses.
Body
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