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In ancient tombs beneath the burning endless sands

Where neither sunlight reaches nor the pale-faced moon

The whispers of the long deceased traitors dance
Bloodthirsty creatures screeching an unholy tune

Dark are the mysteries surrounded by doomed cries

Uncurtained to the warriors of righteous mind

Who well-prepared with magic, sharpened blade and eyes

Step through the doors and leave their mortal fear behind.

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