Soulslain-Meadows End

In consternation, a stunning clash of two ferocious minds Demonic rage meets human grit, singing blades of battle scourges these lands. An avid race so keen on believing, frailty in human form A trustworthy loyal race buried in sins. An alteration staged by the gods of this horn crowned fiend. To abate and diminish this breed. Soulslain! Unreached, flourished dreams. Slavechained! Heritage repealed. Soulslain! Prosterity, soul withdrawn. Slavechained! Unprotected and fragile. So in this fight I feel this sword troughout my spine, the seer was warning me... I saw the end and bore the burden for the fall of this debauchery. But how I found, in these foul shunned lands a blooded blade so darkgod made... Worn by the dark, forged in hell, now aimed at me to stop my treachery This heathen lord ended my call And his craftmanship drained me of my weak soul He released me, my anger set free I watch as the darkness starts pulling me in