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Your woes are far from over, undead
Stand up
Pick up your sword
There is work to be done
And let none stand before the Flame
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Swordsman in black
I offer an accord

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Your woes are far from over, undead
Stand up
Pick up your sword
There is work to be done
And let none stand before the Flame
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Swordsman in black
I offer an accord
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