I awake upon a bloodied shore Only the sound of a dying breath Compliment the tide Grasping hands of the undead reach for flesh I must persist This land is dying But even a rotted carcass has it's uses Shattering steel/Slave to the grind My dulling blade has seen many ends It's reserve as if unending Rusted or not here I come Fetid pools steam A bloodied abhorrence, sauna of the damned This land is dying and so am I The pantheon greatly affects me Which form of attack shall determine my ascendancy? Have you forgotten to explore the reaches of this prison? What do you consider your greatest mission? To be absent and escape, to defile To conquer your path of exile Your destiny, a detriment surreal A realm of death, for you, designed Champion of the Shattering Steel Sempiternal Slave to the grind Accepting death as the master and the thrall