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• Artiste: Fate's Warning
• Titre: Misfit
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He was the sun of champion, a proud Olympian. Taught his boy all the tricks he'd ever need to win. The games were fierce as battle, not for ordinary man. A man born of royal blood must live by sword in hand. This one not so lucky, as he fell to his knees. Suddenly inflicted, deranged with disease. His father act with fury, you must not scorn his name. Cast him to the forest, return never again. The nights cold and darkened as the boy turned into man. Took shelter in the jackyl's den, the cave Tartarean. Confronted by the serpent now your soul belongs to me. For your health and strength, sell your soul and you'll go free. Eager to accept the bribe, for revenge in his mind. Dawn reflect from the blade, the forest left behind. His strength grew with every stride, he was healthy as an ox. No one would stop him. You live by the sword, and die by the sword. Avenge everyone in your way. Condemning a