Part of the same ‘universe’ as “Blackguard“.
Under these foreboding clouds,
And under ravens vigil,
Dark deeds are to be done,
The war is over,
And now retribution must be rendered,
So the Headsman is called,
And his companion of steel thirst,
A silent and bulky man,
In a sullen hood that emulates night,
Arriving to tight-lipped spectators,
The damned takes his mark,
The labrys is held aloft,
The bystanders’ awe grows to crescendo,
Eons seem to pass,
But the edge does fall,
A tirade of stories ended with a grim whack,
A smirk almost audible under the hood,
But before the day is done,
Many more heads shall roll,
Of that all can be certain.
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