Lord of Sin
Long since come the stroke of night,
Only glow from candle light.
Candles that grow ever dim,
As I look for signs of Lord of Sin.
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In Caldeum's library, all alone,
Pouring over musty tomes.
Words long faded on the page,
Writings of those most depraved.
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Some is written of Lord of Sin.
Azmodan, I know of him.
Know him through more than written word,
I shake my head, a thought absurd.
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But little of the End of Days,
Of what part Azmodan will play.
The other lords in Black Soulstone,
But where on Sanctuary should we roam?
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My quill it breaks, let out a sigh,
Sleep, it lurks behind my eyes.
How can I help, what must I see?
To spare this world from misery?
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Slowly, I give into sleep,
But within me, lurking darkness creeps.
With a start, I do awake,
And in my fear, begin to shake.
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Seven demons, seven thrones,
Gone's the desk, candles and tomes.
Before me, there stands Azmodan,
Gestures with a mighty hand.
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His words like needles in my mind,
The words of demons aren't divine.
See demons marching, all abreast,
Terror lurks within my breast.
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Arreat, I see its fire,
See demon troopers, and hellish flyers.
Out pours an army born of Hell,
On and on its ranks are swelled.
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It's too much, I fall and weep,
I hear the march of demon feet.
By Azmodan, I know despair,
An ashen wind blows through my hair.
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Then with a start, I do awake,
Though by body, still it shakes.
Tyrael, with me in the night,
He asks me if I am alright.
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"Arreat," manage to say,
Azmodan will march in days.
From Caldeum, must go forth,
Head to the wastelands of the north.
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By my wishes we abide,
But in none of them I do confide.
A darkness lurks within my soul,
Taking ever heavy toll.
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For I've seen the Lord of Sin,
And the army that will march with him.
But a different terror I still feel,
Cuts through my heart, like flesh to steel.
