One night in temple district I saw a Shadow Thief. He has to say:
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| Quote: Pretty pretty walks the night, pretty pretty fears the light. Pretty pretty has no soul. Pretty pretty black as coal. Step in shadow, left a husk, killed in moments after dusk. Step in shadow you are prey, pray you live to see the day. Sleep the street and see the dark death becomes a lyric lark. Walk in Shadow as the guild, see the war that leaves them killed. See the flow from wound and neck! Was that your friend? Well best you check! Members gone and guild will fail! Best you fight the tooth and nail! Run you can't, the war will find! To haunt your dreams and haunt your mind! Watch your friends and watch the death! Watch their eyes and hold your breath! Join or die! You cannot flee! Watch the death... in front of me... in front of... me... Run you can't! The war will find! Run you can't! The war will find! AHHHHHhahahahah!!!!! | |
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He runs out from my sight. I yet feel shiver that I should if I have live meet like this.
