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Iron Tears and Goat Horns
The old hag cackled, eyes glittering with unholy joy. She held aloft a twisted branch, its tips dripping with bloodlike ichor. "Tonight," she rasped, her voice harsh, "we shall forge the ties of power with iron tears and goat horns. The ritual will be savage, but the rewards, infinite." She chuckled darkly as she began to chant in a forgotten tongue, her copyright echoing through the damp night. A chill wind howled around them, carrying with it the scent of corruption.
Legion of the Unending Night
They are a presence whispered of in the darkest corners of lore. Their origins are shrouded with mystery, lost to the ravages of history. Some say they are spirits bound to a malevolent purpose, others that they are a representation of pure darkness. Whatever their true nature, the Legion of the Eternal Night is a symbol of the terror that lurks within the hearts of men. They show themselves when hope dwindles and the world embraces shadow. Their descent is a harbinger signifying ruin, a threat of unimaginable suffering.
Black Metal Blood Runs Deep deep
The chill of blackened steel cuts into the sinews of this land. A legacy forged in fury, a symphony of screams that echo through the ages. Each heartbeat drumming is a litany to darkness. There are never boundaries, only the descent into absolute nothingness.{
- The blood of black metal flows strong
- Cling the freezing steel
- There is nothing but death
Where Shadows Enfold the Nothingness
A chilling wind whispers through ancient/forgotten/crumbling ruins, carrying echoing memories of a time when light dared/struggled/flinched to touch these places. Here, on the periphery/borderline/edge of existence, shadows dance/stretch/linger, taking form/shape/manifestation from the fear/silence/emptiness that permeates the air. A spectral beauty pervades this desolate/dreary/bleak landscape, a testament to the power/allure/mystery of the void.
Symphony of the Damned
From the depths of shadow and despair, an unsettling symphony emerges. A cacophony composed by the tormented, their melodies a testament to agonizing torment. Each voice whispers of forgotten pain, luring you into a realm.
- This is the essence of their torment: a symphony led by demonic forces.
- Be warned, for even weakest note can pierce your spirit.