so the world ly fallen and torn .sefron hell upon the shores .fate of darkness is upon us .I await to the fallen dead in the other realm .arkyme is only my name .
1000 1050 year's of .sefron hell .

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my fate will not ly in broken blade torn or burned I will arise among this darkness of dawn .the sun is useless now .a tratress path of forgotten kings .
i know they wish us gone or forgotten .
the fallen city of crieon a game upon the haunted hills .surely the dead fear us as well .
already they walk upon the shores of hell .dripped in red from those who've bled .
a volume in the tides of fate I haven't read enough
may the fallen move the darkness which binds us .night has forever fallen .my king is lost upon the shores .torchlight bears witness of early dawn.
I think but cannot tell .sefrons crawl forth awaiting us .eyes blackened in the dim light .
I'm not sure but torchlight seems to diminish .I must go my king awaits .may lord daygone have pity among us .

unknown soldier. .sefron hell
© David Alan Salsman