Hostage of Souls
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WHEN A FULL MOON IS SHINING THROUGH THE WINDOWS OF THE CHURCH STEEPLE. COLD WINDS HOWLING ALONG THE RIVER, NOW IS THE TIME TO LEAVE.
A REAPING WILL COME. HEED THE SCYTHE FOR A SATURNIAN AGE, OVERSHADOW THE LIGHT (WITH DARKNESS AND VOID)
HEAR THE VOICES FROM THE FOREST. CHANTING ECHOES DOWN THE VALLEY.
WORDS OF WISDOM FROM DAYS OF OLD OR LIES IN RIDDLES SPOKEN FOUL? THROUGH THE MIST AND DAMP OF FOREST, HEAR THEM CALL FOR PREY.