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A tyrant vanquished, off to the nether-realms
To the land of Middark we ride,
Our steeds know no fear as we seek forsaken realms
May our blades and our spells rid the world of ill
Purge! the world of spores!
Burn! the toadstools and the shrooms!
Signs of serpent and hare in command!
The Opal Blade will stay my hand!
There lies the portal to this ancient realm
My eyes see only blackness beyond my iron helm
Yet our steeds know no fear as we seek forsaken realms
May our blades and our spells rid the world of ill
Purge! the world of spores!
Burn! the toadstools and the shrooms!
Signs of serpent and hare in command!
The Opal Blade will stay my hand!
Ough!
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The Gatekeeper
02:46
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At the portal's foot, a man stands guard
A hood obscures his head but his presence fills me with dread
As he opens his mouth, the odor of carrion and maggots fills the air
And his words hang there, vile as that stench
He speaks of the labyrinth, a maze, a trap
Made to deceive those who feel malice toward this realm
He is no guard, he will not forbid us entry
He is naught but a herald of the cruelty within
But at the center of that maze lies a fortune
For deep wthin its heart, a temple stands
The Wellspring of Fae, the origin of malice and magick
The seat of power of this whole realms, a seat of splendor!
Yet into the darkness, we descend, shakily
Into the Labyrinth with hubris, care-free
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Wandering Dark Corridors
02:32
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Both I and the Sorceress, out of our depths
Our wisdom and mana is useless in this maze
But our quest shall not be waylaid
By incompetence nor a jealous gaze
I stop and bow to make a sigil
A sign of devotion to my god
the Sorceress joins in my preparation
In hopes that this power is one to laud
Serpent, lend me thy skill
Lend me thy strength
Serpent, lend me thy shield
Reward my faith
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I call to a lord high above
For aid far below (far below
The serpent casts a bolt of magick down
Erupting in splendid green fire (fire)
In a flash of vacant light
my mind bedazzled, relieved of sight (perilous night)
A newfound sense of navigation
Joined in my soul by irate agitation (conflagration)
O, powers of night
I grasp a new intention
Instill with might
My path towards dissention
Within, is this how it feels to fail?
For my road to be paved by betrayal (betrayal)
Though I came here to purge this evil and destroy this land
The powers I call upon lead only toward temptation
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The Wellspring of Fae
02:35
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Through divine guidance, the temple lays at our feet
The house of magick we came to defeat
A voice whispers to my soul of isolation
But also of power, of malice, of approbation
As I gaze upon the black granite stones
The ancient masonry of this foul home
The voice within my soul crescendos to a scream
And my once-lucid psyche fades to a dream
This temple calls to me
As if destiny
My mind knows not to grieve
If my heart would grant reprieve
This temple calls to me
My one true destiny
An ominous prophecy
I fall to my knees
Obey
I am called to obey their command
I do so eagerly, with righteous glee
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A Final Betrayal
02:13
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A Servant of darkness
I abandon companionship
Forsaken now and gone astray
Our once-twin paths
What do you say to me
her anguished screams antagonize
Who are you to take up
A mantle of malice
I place my hand on the pommel
Of a tyrant's fallen blade
Which once the Sorceress
Apprehended
Draw not forth that accursed blade
Your words strike me deep enough
I will leave you, ker
Who I once trusted
My flight will not be silent
Nor without enmity
If my leave be your desire
Your name will forever be that of an enemy
Pox, upon your humanity
You foul forger of chains
A curse upon your name
That doom must befall you
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My comrade gone
My strength dissipated
Concentrated in my right hand
A blade of opal elated
This is my only vestige of power
Yet still it is not potent enough
Imbue it I must with magick might
So any violence I can rebuff
Ough
I lay the blade upon the stones
Of this cruel, hateful temple
I recite a spell of wondrous renown
To enchant the Opal Blade, profound
My essence diffuses
In darkness and desolation
Ancient blade restored
A grim vessel once more
Once dealer of mortal wounds
Thaumaturgically attuned
It shines a sublime green
In this mausoleum's scene
A tear falls on the blade
That what was once beautiful is now foul made
Rippling with magick
Its form as I, begins to crack
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The Mines of Mahurraz
03:11
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In the highlands of this realm
Far beyond the ghastly wellspring
Where the humming of hammers is constant
In the mines of Mahurraz
Steadfast, I seek out a dwarf-smith
A craftsman of wonder
To repair the fissures in this blade's edge
In the mines of Mahurraz
My own thoughts are few and fleeting
The corruption of my form completing
The thoughts I have of my own
Are of the only soul I have truly known
It can be repaired
These cracks can be mended
My soul I know can be borne
In the blade of opal made
Thus can my legacy move on
As my body and mind become vestigial
To a horror I've never faced
In the blade of opal made
Craft me, smiths, the finest artifact
Inlaid with agate and gold
Make it anew, worthy of ensoulment
Grander and greater than the blade of old
If I must be crowned lord of this realm
Then put in my hand the justice I once knew
Though my eyes glaze over in violent hate
A relic of my past deeds will adorn the throne
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Worm Moon
04:50
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Coronation, servant of the serpent sign, resigned beneath the Worm Moon
Ceremony, illuminated my the stars and lecterns candles
Transformation, a soul ripped from body, and mind left imprisoned
Immuration, a familiar weight on these shoulders, now within skin
I feel the shifting of my bones
Tendon rent from sinew
My body twists and breaks
To become an homage to cruelty
Mausoleum incarnate am I
My skeleton, the bars of my prison
Mold infests the corridors of my mind
As my will becomes slme
Feral and fetid as a putrid black bog
Crawling with insects, nesting and infesting
Their thrumming, buzzing, odious machinations
Are all I hear in my malignant ears
A mire I have become
A place where virtue goes to die
A mire of lies
A mire of wanton death
My only sliver of hope in my colonized mind
Is of a future bearer of a serpent sign, stronger than I
Just as the Mycomancer, I too hold the key to my demise
Hack me apart, with the blade where my soul lies
Once hero, slayer of the Mycomancer
Transformed into a tyrant 'neath the Worm Moon
Once hero, servant of the serpent sign
Transformed into a tyrant 'neath the Worm Moon
Once hero, apprentice of the Sorceress
Transformed into a tyrant 'neath the Worm Moon
Once hero, servant of the serpent sign
Transformed into a tyrant 'neath the Worm Moon
Once hero, lost in time to hubris
Transformed into a tyrant 'neath the Worm Moon
Once hero, servant of the serpent sign
Transformed into a tyrant 'neath the Worm Moon
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