It is the man who goes through hell you must fear most
A man willing to shed the blood of a warhost
A man whose soul forgone
Is a man who will only carry on
A man who fears neither lead nor sword
A man who will face the onrushing horde
Flesh and bone will sooner break
Than the will of a man who shall life forsake
Fire and Ice, Acid and Dust,
Rain and Storm, Steel and Rust,
No effort shall stop the man
To whom even brimstone is normal land
And if you are the cause of this
Then on your grave that man shall piss
For you went and crossed the man
That the hells themselves could not melt his iron hand
#A Man Driven
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