When Heaven in all its glory, begs for men
Then we know, all wars must end
Battles must cease, all over the lands
Or we will play into Baal's bloody hands
So I beg of you, place your sword not on a brother
But throw it against the skin of another
The skin of a demon, a hellish beast
Or he'll rip you open, and then he'll feast
He'll feast on your stomach, he'll feast on your heart
He'll eat what he wants, then tear the rest apart
So we must start killing hell's servants with haste
It will be the most epic battle faced
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The Lord of Terror had been thrown from hell's gate
His brother, Hatred, suffered a similar fate
But one brother still lived to see man
So the Lord of Destruction's Tale began
He went to the North, to seek an ancient power
There he found it, with high hopes to devour
But men are strong in will and might
They would not die without a fight
Two men, though very different, came as one
They set out to Mount Arreat, to trail Baal's run
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And so begins the story of two
I'll hope you'll come back to see this poem through