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In the long dark corridors of the halls of death
a door opens, to a chaotic scene
full of torch lights, men and women,
oblivious to the intrusion
haivng a good time
laughing, singing, drunk
Come all! join in battle
death holds a celebration
Show your skills
dance to the battle of will
against your other mothers brothers
those you must kill
Because, because if you don't kill them
they will kill your sons and daughters
In the halls of the brotherhood of man
all are equals now in death's grip no more
freedom from their divergent causes
reasons left to their graves, choices made
A Valhallan scene where heroes
of all the righteous battles
ever fought throughout eternity
were there to celebrate
a common cause
to demonstrate their skill
an ability to kill those who opposed
dressed in their finest armor
all spoke the same language,
bravery without pause for rest
living to fight, until fighting to live
became their last obsession
at the very moment of their death
left at their dying breath
all understood their causes
were just the frosting
of a battle of extremes
no right or wrong, survived
the strong hearted against the others
for the heat of battle against all odds
where once they stood triumphant
before they fell, mortally wounded
Let the next... be prepared
to fill the graves follow the test
of those who dare not resist
the call... to be claimed after
being called to the serve
their new master
Gone... all reason to exist
save the memories
of the reasons for the love
you lived for...
not the death
which you received
for what was perceived
as righteousness
if, by God there was honor
to be gained...
at all
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