Apokalyptik


A source unknown from a time at dawn
Broken bones cover the tomes deep within the catacombs
Thrown stones to step upon ascend toward the hallowed thrown
Despite the plight the crown condones
The unknown stats and diamonds glown
Of course a fight full and blown was bound to light the night
The right to reign? You've got to be insane to not attempt a campaign
Fists & flames
Fits of pain
The crypt still remains intact
As the last drip of blood is drained
From the veins of the main protagonist
The tone is changed
And the stones begin to rain
And the bones get rearranged & assembled
The walls trimble
The pages in the tome's flipping
Old inscription, it was written, unforgiven
The prodigy, indeed, has rearisen

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