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"Those who do not recognize their betters shall be made to learn."

"This may be hell on earth, but it is a hell of my own making."

"Dreadful is my rage."

The air crackles with its presence

Gaze upon it and lose all hope

Hatred obscures all

Cold thorns fit for the most feared ships

Others shall marvel at such a presence

Your enemies shall forget their courage

How many souls have fallen by your hand?

The last sound your enemies make, immortalized in steel