Blood Covenant
Brick and mortar, blood and stone.
The place an elder god calls home.
This place priests strive to sanctify,
Siphon blood from those who die.
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These 'champions,' they wage their war,
Their body parts litter the floors.
From the blood Volkerh feeds,
It revels in their bloody deeds.
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A dance of death upon the stage,
Lives are taken in blind rage.
Mortal lives flicker and spark,
Before being lost to hungry dark.
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Ever onward, blood doth flow,
Always trickling, never slows.
Peace here will ever be lacked,
Such are the terms of Volkerh's pact.