Somewhere in the lightless, labyrinthine depths of the Darkenhold forest...
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[VOICE OF THE NIGHT:]
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Who are you, wanderer?
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[WANDERING SPIRIT:]
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I can't remember...
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[VOICE OF THE NIGHT:]
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The wolves are gathering,
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the stars are shifting...
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come, join us in the hunt.
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[THE SYLVAN ORACLE:]
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What arboreal augury be this?
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Has the Realm Verdant at last seen the countenance
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of the scourge born of prophecy?
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What is thy scheme, Zyl-Zyn-Horhuz?
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[VOICE OF THE NIGHT:]
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Who are you, wanderer?
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[WANDERING SPIRIT:]
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I have the scent...
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[VOICE OF THE NIGHT:]
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Gaze into the mists...
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feel the earth thawing beneath your feet.
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Come, bring down the prey.
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[THE SYLVAN ORACLE:]
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The wolves are gathering,
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The stars are shifting,
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This spectre at the feast,
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This nectar of the vine.
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[VOICE OF THE NIGHT:]
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Look at the power you possess...
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See the might which you wield!
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You know who you are, do you not?
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[WANDERING SPIRIT:]
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Yes, I am the scythe in the field at summer,
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I am the thunder that awakens the earth,
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I am that which gives the night air its chill.
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[VOICE OF THE NIGHT:]
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Who are you, wanderer?
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[WANDERING SPIRIT:]
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I am far beyond the ken of men...
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my gaze shall make the night tremble!
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[THE SYLVAN ORACLE:]
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So dour a mien, let all night's fulgors flame.
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Behold, the ghost of a king as yet unborn!
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He is the scourge, the thanatos, the cleansing fire, the purifying storm...
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he is the cataclysm given corporeal form!
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Be wary that your progeny does not consume thee,
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Zyl-Zyn-Horhuz... the Voice of the Night!
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[VOICE OF THE NIGHT:]
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Who are you, my son?
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[WANDERING SPIRIT:]
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Father... I am annihilation incarnate!
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Of Carnage And A Gathering Of The Wolves
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| Bal-sagoth |
