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LETS SHOW WHY HES A REAL ONE THE BIGGEST AND BADDEST AROUND 
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🎤 [Verse 1]
Yo, they whisper legends when the fog rolls deep,
Of a king with a blade who don’t ever sleep.
Vigtor the Third, from the ashes he rose,
Turned death into power, now the Erdtree knows.

Cloaked in runes, got that deathblight stare,
Even Maliketh paused when he felt that glare.
No mimic, no summon, just raw technique,
When Vigtor steps in, the Lands Between get weak.

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🔥 [Hook]
Vigtor the Third, let the name be heard,
He don’t need a throne, he became the word.
Ashes to glory, blade bathed in flame,
Every boss bowed down when they heard that name.

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🎤 [Verse 2]
Tarnished? Nah. He rewrote fate,
Held destinies tight, made the gods debate.
Slayed the stars with a meteor swing,
Now Radahn’s ghost don’t say a thing.

He ain’t just lord, he’s storm and quake,
With a grip on his blade that makes mountains shake.
No flask, no mercy, no need to heal,
’Cause one swing of his sword and it’s all too real.

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🔥 [Hook]
Vigtor the Third, let the name be heard,
He don’t need a throne, he became the word.
Ashes to glory, blade bathed in flame,
Every boss bowed down when they heard that name.

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🎤 [Outro]
Now the Lands Between know who carved the path,
With runes in his soul and unholy wrath.
Raise your swords, but you won’t stand long—
Vigtor the Third, where legends belong.

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