On the edge of darkness, rising up through time,
There was a rage that grew within, the forgotten souls left behind.
They came into the Forgotten Realm a long time ago
And destroyed all who stood in their way
The Warriors of the Third Realm, fought on 'till the end of days.
The enemy came from the shadows, as the hatred grew within.
Into the night the fear still grows, this game of death they cannot win.
No matter how hard they tried, to defeat the enemy.
Who would be the next to die, from this evil they could not break free.
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