.Demon gods made it snow upon the slaves below. Blowing and snorting in the frost. In the raging wind they get lost. Poison arrows are stuck on my shield. I'm spitting nails of anger back in their face. Wheeping of the horrors of this killingfield. Only the smart will survive this carnage. Screams in.
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