The crisis of a war... The screams of my people
The calling is in me... The suffering of a whole race
One goal, my only one... To avenge my brethrens.
Losing my sanity, as all those corpses are revealed to me
Offering my whole body, to an endless rage.
An unbelievable strength and agility...
Such a lust for battle, a hunger for violence
A need to kill, to destroy everything in my path
To penetrate the citadel of my enemies, alone
To face the unimaginable, those monstrosities, those emotionless creatures
To fight, eternally against those murderers

Consumed by rage, guided by this feeling, this, rather demonic feeling
Scremaing for justice, for vengeance, for my bothers and sisters
My soul, bound to theirs... All lost in the nether
To talk with them, to share those thoughts...
Asking to finally avenge them
The Fallen ones, have accepted, alas.
Free to murder, free to destroy up until my life ends

To become the pride of my race, of my ancestors.
Yet, the war is still going, for this shall never end
I keep on fighting, as this place gets too bloody
Don't hide from me, for all you will face, will be a greater wrath and pain
                For all you have done...

You are cursed, and doomed.

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