Song Of The Black Sword by Doomsword
Against the horizon stands
The dark commander's shape
Detachedly he beholds
The army swarming on the low plateau
The shrieking note of his sword
Vibrates through dimensions and time
Impending the implacable fate
The blade rises, the end begins.
At his final sign - War shall be
Command of Death
Watch the blade rise - to the sky
The Sword of Doom!
Unbeknownst to them,
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