Chapter 13

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The Tide searches

Searches for the King

And when he is found

His blood will spill and the earth will sing

Sing in despair

For their vindicator has been slain

The throne will remain an empty chair

Creation will bellow in pain

Screaming curses against The Creator

Increasing the army of darkness

A spawn for dedicated labour

A prelimpse of the Dark Lord's methodical madness

So, look!

Look into the void
Look into the endless abyss
Lose your sanity in the chaotic calmness...

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