It smells like burning templars in here

Jawbone of an ass the might of iron outclass, he’s fast and whorls in the mass
Mighty and mightier avast ye, he his foes outlasts with energies untapped
Blood and mud the mire a morass forces him to wade
Weregild overpaid the rage of unchained slaves to men made

A system maintained by others caged that rage only could unmade.
Where the clash sings loudest he explodes his blows cleaving foes Corpses in loads the lode his flows leaving noses broke
Trumpets fade hounds that bayed are slayed and as he kills he preached and prayed and bloody his tirade
Parts to be played in the corpse parade the actors dismayed that role is unpaid
Understudy to the underworld a Sheol student
Rootworm kills the thunderer Migard smoking ruin
As I stand guard Asgard is falling. Confined to post.
Million foes atomised it was like Megiddo,
Your face at talk meet fist, oh me, Mephisto the lord grove.
Leonids the Kid is born, Dipper stove
Gae Bolg returns when it is thrown.


It smells like burning templars in here

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