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They call me an infernal specter, lost in the night, But I’m just a restless soul, guided by spite. Once I had a life, a name, a home, Till the king cast me out, to the darkness I roam. He took what was mine, all I held dear, Left me with nothing, just pain and fear. But in this shadow, I’ve found my flame, A fire of vengeance, to reclaim my name. I’ll haunt his halls, with whispers cold, In his heart, my hatred will take hold. From within his court, I’ll sow the seed, Of discord’s wrath, a bitter deed. The king will fall, by my cursed hand, And his noble guard will not withstand. My love, my life, all ripped away, By a crown that cared not where I’d lay. But death couldn’t hold me, I broke its chains, Now I’ll rain down fury, like endless flames. His throne may shine, but it’s built on lies, And in his palace, my shadow flies. I’ll turn his trust to fear and doubt, Till there’s nothing left but an empty shout. I’ll haunt his halls, with whispers cold, In his heart, my hatred will take hold. From within his court, I’ll sow the seed, Of discord’s wrath, a bitter deed. The king will fall, by my cursed hand, And his noble guard will not withstand. In the quiet hours, when all is still, I’ll rise again to break his will. The guards will tremble, their courage fade, As I drag them down to the darkened shade. I’ll haunt his halls, with whispers cold, In his heart, my hatred will take hold. From within his court, I’ll sow the seed, Of discord’s wrath, a bitter deed. The king will fall, by my cursed hand, And his noble guard will not withstand. So let them call me a specter of hell, For in their fears, I’ll weave my spell. The king’s reign will end, his legacy torn, By the ghost he made, on that fateful morn.