Slavers scour the wastelands looking for the unfortunate and unwanted, The Song of the Mother denies the dead their rest,Īnd they howl for the communion of all flesh the end of mankind. The past you knew washed away in blood and fire,Īnd the world all but consumed by the Sins of our Fathers. You open your eyes, and find the whole world broken
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