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Conducting From The Grave Trials Of The Forsaken Ep

through possession killing their killers with these hands, my hands. To grant me their visions, their last seconds from the world, it's not dreams I wake from

Forsaken in past passages. Told through the eyes of legends. The seed of the one who has been cast down and spawned within this last hope. From this

Nails seem to rain from the sky. A curse upon the common man. To be chosen to disrupt this harmony. An honor only to the spiteful, the heartless, and