2. The Slaughter of the Circle

The mental corruption spread like a plague, The minds of the guardians twisted and vague. Nupraptor the Mentalist, blinded by grief, Tore down the balance, past any belief! I cut off his head, I watched the blood flow, The first of the Circle to fall to my blow! Their insanity breeds in the soil and the stone, But I am the predator, ruling alone! Malek the Paladin, armor and ghost, Defending the damnable, sorcerer host! But the Soul Reaver hungers for iron and breath, Marching the guardians straight to their death! Tear down the Circle! WIPE OUT THE LINE! The blood of the guardians turns into wine! No mercy for madness, no pity for gods! I slaughter the tyrants against all the odds! The tokens are gathered! The Pillars decay! The empire of humans is fading away! Through swamps and through castles of iron and stone, Bane the Druid is left to condone. DeJoule the Energyist bursts into flame, But no mortal element tames my dark claim! Anador the Assassin, hidden in shade, Falls like the rest to my merciless blade. The Pillars are crying, their color is gray, As I sweep the pollution of centuries away! "They call it a cleansing. They call me a monster. But as I slaughter these so-called protectors, I see them for what they truly are: weak, pathetic, and broken. Nosgoth does not need guardians. It needs a master." Tear down the Circle! WIPE OUT THE LINE! The blood of the guardians turns into wine! No mercy for madness, no pity for gods! I slaughter the tyrants against all the odds! The tokens are gathered! The Pillars decay! The empire of humans is fading away! "Nine was their number, but soon none would remain. Each token I gathered brought me closer to the heart of the curse. The stage was set... for the final deception."