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Secrets of the Cistern
02:27
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Phantom Spirit of Beyond
05:11
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Upon entering the den of shadows.
Portraits of the malevolent proliferation.
Line the temple walls with darkness.
Hexad; be the realms resting in his control.
Eidolons divulge their intent through the portals.
The temple aura glows a swift change.
A dark haze of maleficent spectre.
Now a purpurean vortex to ensue the war.
Enforced by apparition revenants.
Two phantasms to subtract from the equation.
The light begins to dim at bended knee.
With each bolt disintegrated.
Thoughts of victory become meagre.
Until the blade of masters.
Deflects the staff of immorality.
The phantom spirit of beyond.
Implodes upon a blue flame.
Dusting his energy to silence.
Banished to the gap between dimensions.
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A rising smoke of voices.
Faces present within the penumbra.
Soul after soul ascending to realms further beyond.
A greater pain for the world to suffer.
The last remnant of adoration.
Passing on its benevolence.
To an infant unknown to the suns light.
A touch never to be felt again.
The ascending shadow of her demise.
Shrouds the sun, cloaking the lands in an umbra.
A memory stained on a mind yet to influence.
"Abscond to the forests Guardian.
To conceal the last of the line."
He who shall rise.
To the throne of Time.
And extirpate the calamitous spectre.
Separatist diplomacy limited the reach of reason.
Echoes, vibrations and sardoniscorn voices.
Left to wallow in their despondent domains.
Until the step beyond time and space.
Where the phantasm will rise again.
And the Hero of Time will sever the bond.
Time will haul the spectre back from the depths wince he came.
A touch never to be felt again.
The ascending shadow of her demise.
Shrouds the sun, cloaking the lands in an umbra.
A memory stained on a mind yet to influence.
Befelled with the silhouette of dejection that comes with the pain.
Dissipating the force until the darkness of another epoch.
He who shall rise.
To the throne of Time.
And extirpate the calamitous spectre.
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Phantom Shadow Beast
06:40
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Lore-Mythus to Bedim
06:11
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Gargantuan. Ancient. Malevolent.
The dissembodied curse of Kakariko.
Once trapped by a Sage in the past of time.
Released by the will of the dark Mage.
A spectre haze of disease.
Flickering the palate of shadow.
And the palatinate hue of evil.
Poignant like a hive in its locomote.
Casting the Master of blades to strike.
It bleeds the power of malignance.
Down wind the bow to an empty quiver.
Gusts of diabolic shade arise.
Trees and life wither in its path.
Unto the Temple of Shadows.
The resting place of its infinite power.
Forged in creation by the Shadow Folk.
Under the shadow of the mountain.
The house of the dead holds a deadly ether.
Where the Hero of Time must enter.
And leave the temple in its wake.
The Serenade of the Phonogram.
Shall grant thee entrance to the well.
Where he who will find the truth.
Upon what lies within the blackened mist.
A spectre haze of disease.
Flickering the palate of shadow.
And the palatinate hue of evil.
Poignant like a hive in its locomote.
Casting the Master of blades to strike.
It bleeds the power of malignance.
Down wind the bow to an empty quiver.
Gusts of diabolic shade arise.
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Beneath the Well
05:18
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By the almighty will of Mandrag.
The seal upon the disembodied eye.
Once again exposed to the light at dusk.
A blackened mist of spectre locusts.
Flood the sky with eternal malice.
Unto the Temple of Shadows.
It shall reign its eternal might.
Invisible. Malignant.
A sense of sheer cold.
In the glaring heat of the sun.
He who stands upon its throne.
Shall envision upon the apparition.
The eye of the beholder.
Will descend unto its purest form.
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