The queen has been taken to a fiery spire in the east
across many lands to the city of warlocks
they say sorcery and evil torment the flesh there
few have entered in to that place freely without succumbing to its blackness
It is why dark magic was banned and separated from man many ages ago
but its influence persists like the shadows of the soul
By the order of God
I am coming to save the queen
I am coming to confront myself
They say to not repay evil and to wait for the Lord.
He will deliver you.
That a king winnows the wicked and drives the wheel over them.
That the breath of man is the Lord’s lamp
and that He knows all his innermost parts.
If I am to preserve the king
and uphold his throne with love
then I will blow a wound to cleanse the evil that holds the queen in the east
and let God’s wheel crush the chaff
By the order of God
this holy decree of protectors of men
for all our glory
I am coming to save the queen
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