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Brontus Singlairn

The Nest in the Black Tree

The battle field is littered with loss
Alone he stands the victor
The shallow graves bare no cross
The kill shot had just missed her
 
 
The war has just begun
Purgatory is now the Wretched’s
In the Bad Lands there is no sun
The down trodden mirror reflected
 
Brontus Senglairn, the War Machine
So many fell to his blade
With his sword She Bellarene
Downed the innocent as they prayed
 
All the true, mangled, forgotten
Justice is far from the need
With Angel’s breath blows will soften
The want for all to sadly grieve
 
Brontus screams a warrior’s cry
Sprinter’s journey the Bad Lands
Pray the Watch Tower’s protective eye
Delivers the lost to his hands

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