A Crimson Chant

The heavens hung heavy with the reek of death. A blood moon cast its ominous glow upon the barren landscape. The shrieks of the damned echoed through the empty streets, a prelude to the coming doom. It was in this horrific place that the Symphony of Death would be uttered, a prayer for the fallen.
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