Hundreds lay dead and plaster the wet cobblestone of the haunted city
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There are no streetlights but the full moon on this chilling
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December's night.
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Silence all around nothing but the cry of crows and the rumble of the
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deads chariot ...The brave lie broken on the field of fate, where once
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justice was sought...With pride our legions fought and with raging
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anger, our armies clashed with the forces of light...
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A grim sight, as bodies paint a dark picture unto the hillside...at last,
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triumph at Armageddon...renewal is at hand...
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The Haunted City
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| Pazuzu |
