To Truly See

Long I've beheld with eyes now open,

True nature of reality.

All but the maykrs, creatures broken,

Wretches of depravity.

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This world shall burn, like those before,

As hundreds did in past.

By the maykrs' call we go to war,

Fallen bodies pave the path.

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Argent flows within my veins,

Axe and claw, so long I wield.

From carnage, I do not refrain,

I am my masters' sword and shield.

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The portal opens, I emerge,

And despite the mask, I see his face.

The one who in Hell demons stalked,

Bastard child of the human race.

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The Outlander, the Doom Marine,

The one with title of Doom Slayer.

One who's committed sins obscene,

To argenta, one who is betrayer.

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No word is uttered by my foe,

As I speak, and activate my axe.

The Slayer, ways of pain I'll show,

As I charge, making the first attack.

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One of us shall fall this day,

Be it me, hope I'll die well.

For what's our purpose but to slay?

For all are touched by claws of Hell.