[The contemplations of Joachim Blokk:]
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As my sword drips black now with the unclean blood of another slain fiend, it
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occurs to me that history will most probably record me a fanatic... as for
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more years than I care to remember I have dedicated my life to the caseless
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pursuit and destruction of the loathsome undead. Indeed, it was long ago that
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I commenced with the wreaking of my grim vengeance upon the denizens of the
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dark, and by the blade of my sorcerous katana, Fiend's Bane, I vow they shall
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all pay for taking my beloved from me! Fanatic? Mayhap. But by all the gods of
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vengeance, I'll leave a fearsome legacy 'ere I die... a legacy wrought in
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retributive bloodshed and screaming terror!
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Drowned in the icy lake of tragedy,
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Forged in the fires of revenge,
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Driven by the winds which compel a man to destiny,
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Haunted by the whispers of the dead.
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Blood is black in the moonlight
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As it was when I pierced the heart of my betrothed,
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Blood is black in the moonlight,
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Her undead gaze gleaming ire upon me.
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Blood is black in the moonlight
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I held aloft her head to my grim gods,
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Blood is black in the moonlight
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(Now I am eternally bonded to my blade)
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And ever I am thwarted by the dark!
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Gods of wrath, hear my vow... sate me with revenge this night!
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Come to me, darksome fiends, taste the edge of ensorcelled steel!
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Night has fallen, the hunt begins...
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Vengeful carnage 'neath the moon!
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And as I put brand to her pyre, I swore then to my gods that those vile
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creatures who tore the life and hope from my beloved's breast and replaced it
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with that unspeakable sanguineous ravening would repay a hundredfold in
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slaughter and bloodshed for their misdeed... I would hunt them to their
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worm-ridden tombs, wherever they crept or slithered upon the earth, and wreak
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my honed steel revenge ceaselessly unto my own grave. Such was my vow!
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Aye, this bride of Masayuki steel, ensorcelled by wizards at its forging... to
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me she is as pure as the newly fallen snow, kissed by the breeze at dusk...
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and yet she has supped deep of the ichors of many men and fiends alike.
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Shadow spawned demons ravening for my blood,
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Yet the thirst of my blade is greater!
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Aye, all they shall feast upon this night will be cold steel!
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I hear the slither of scales on silk,
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Fiend's Bane replete with undead slaughter!
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I am the scourge of the devils who dwell in darkness...
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(but the darkness writhing in my own soul is so much deeper...)
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Their flesh burns at the touch of my blade of searing vengeance,
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And I cast their malign spirits screaming into limbo!
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Darkfall, and the autumn moon glimmers on my steel...
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Now it is time to hunt and slay once more,
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For the night has come!
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Thwarted By The Dark (Blade Of The Vampyre Hunter)
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| Bal-sagoth |
