Dressed in my armour, the darkest leather
stained with dryed blood, smells like death
the rotten smell of empty bodies
the wailing of drifting souls
I weild my sheild, in search of my next victim
my hunger , will it ever be quenched
I thirst for bloodshed and chaos
I dance at the pleas of mercy
ave been called many a names
Merciless and the such
feared and hated by all
my most common name is Death
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