Shadows creeping in the dense fog where troubled souls rise from the grave. The banshee wails in the dead of night, lament your impending death.
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The veil lifts to the waning of the moon to transcend from this mortal coil. From the void of eternal night sisters rise on the broken cross.
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Your flesh is cold and putrid white rotting in your desolate crypt. You wander in the shadow of night feasting on the blood of life.
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