Destruction
Up in the north where cold winds blow,
With fields of not grass but snow,
The people huddle in fire's glow,
As Baal leads his fiends in tow.
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Lord of Destruction, not of fear,
Yet holding both his brothers dear,
His banners raised, crystal clear,
Upon Arreat his forces near.
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Legions of demons and fiends,
His nightmare quashing mortal dreams,
If angels are here, they are unseen,
Darkness shrouds the faint sun's beams.
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He's come to claim what the people keep,
The heart of this world to reap,
While terror and hatred did fall,
Destruction gazes upon all.
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Harrogath, its might walls,
Its defenders standing tall,
Baal cares not for their drawl,
For this world to Hell will fall.
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The siege is quick, the siege is fast,
Magic of hellfire cast,
Those of the Light all stand aghast,
The end of days has come at last.