Surrounded by mist
Shrouded by the dark
Floated the specter
Bearing evils mark
In this haunted valley
The alive and the dead
Shirk away at his sight
They cowered and fled
Its touch colder than ice
Its voice the sound of agony
Its gaze a nightmares nightmare
Its presence kills sanity
Born of mans sins
Nourished by our greed
Its age beyond counting
No master does it heed
Doors cannot block it
Nor walls hold it at bay
Arrows cannot pierce it
Nor swords can it slay
Cursed is your fate
Should it ever cross your path
No mercy will it show
No escape from the specters wrath
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