In death we vanquished enemies,

In death, we slew our foes.

Blood soaked rage engulfed our blades,

When blood lust took its hold.

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In death, a darkness troubled one,

In death, concealed, undone.

Deep in darkness dragons wait,

When blood would set the sun.

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In death, we glorified his name.

In death, we saw too late,

When drink, to him, we raised in praise,

The dragon sealed his fate.

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In death, we lived. In death, we fought.

In death, we grew to hate.

In death, the blackened wraith released,

The blinded shade beneath.

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In death, his darkened eyes grew dim.

In death, his mind was lost within.

With blackened eyes, he slew his kin,

In death, we lost to him.

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In death, I took up sword and slew.

In death, the dragon’s wrath ensued.

We had no choice. The dragon fumed.

In death, he was consumed.

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In death, our brother’s blood deplored,

In death, our brother, did I gore,

When I rose up and killed one more.

His blood ensconced my sword.

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From death, his mutterings are weak.

From death, his voice, to me, it speaks.

Entombed within my brother’s keep,

Revived in death, he sleeps.”

 

Excerpt from Dolor and Shadow