I awake upon a bloodied shore
Only the sound of a dying breath
Compliment the tide
Grasping hands of the undead reach for flesh
I must persist
This land is dying
But even a rotted carcass has it's uses
Shattering steel/Slave to the grind
My dulling blade has seen many ends
It's reserve as if unending
Rusted or not here I come
Fetid pools steam
A bloodied abhorrence, sauna of the damned
This land is dying and so am I
The pantheon greatly affects me
Which form of attack shall determine my ascendancy?
Have you forgotten to explore the reaches of this prison?
What do you consider your greatest mission?
To be absent and escape, to defile
To conquer your path of exile
Your destiny, a detriment surreal
A realm of death, for you, designed
Champion of the Shattering Steel
Sempiternal Slave to the grind
Accepting death as the master and the thrall