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Worn from battle
Far from grace
He fled the night
And deaths embrace
Futile flight
To trick the dark
To keep alive
The final spark
But succumbed
To pain he fell
Now his soul
Resides in hell
Burns in hell
Eternal flame
Ravens croak
The warriors name
