All is lost. When the man in black rope comes for us all, it matters little what we do...
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Humming his tunes, he treads between the graves...
Gleaming sparks beneath the moonlight...
How chilling, his red soaking steel scythe blade...
How swift and mercilessly, the souls weep in terrors...
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Gleaming sparks beneath the moonlight...
How chilling, his red soaking steel scythe blade...
How swift and mercilessly, the souls weep in terrors...