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Where the wicked are sent

Scarred by rage and despair

They say you will scorch the seas themselves

A time will come when you are consumed by your own desires

What is a ship but floating bones?

Led by the fires of vengeance

For a soul whose irse is unfathomable

Even in death, their gaze never wavers

At times, your skin prickles and your hairs stand on end...

What horrors did you inflict upon this one?

Hunt your enemies to the end of the world