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Awoken from his sleep way up in a castle high by a pervasive Stench of evil that clung to the room The king Half asleep Stumbled down the stairwell and flung open the door to a world where life no longer bloomed Infection is in the air Famine is on the breeze! The intricately patterned bark hath been scathed from upon the trees! A king among corpses! His eyes cry blackened tears! The king looks up in horror His golden orchards lay withered and dead! Scanning the burning horizon His rotting hands cradle his hanging head Gazing across his kingdom His fate has been drawn With a million questions and regret He faces the impending dawn From Letras Mania