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The battlefield screams, steel bites flesh and bone,

Warriors fall, their cries swallowed by stone.

Armor shattered, blood paints the scorched ground,

Death rides the winds, no mercy to be found.

The screams echo, the fire devours,

Every life lost feeds the shadows’ powers.

She stands alone, unbroken, unbound,

Through rivers of blood and the screams around.

Bones crack, skulls split, the carnage grows,

But the bloodborne queen still rises from the throes.

Swords pierce hearts, axes cleave through shields,

The battlefield is hell, no one yields.

Eyes wide with terror, souls drenched in pain,

Yet she moves forward through the crimson rain.

The screams echo, the fire devours,

Every life lost feeds the shadows’ powers.

She stands alone, unbroken, unbound,

Through rivers of blood and the screams around.

Bones crack, skulls split, the carnage grows,

But the bloodborne queen still rises from the throes.

Ashes of her fallen comrades swirl in the storm,

Every death, every scream, shaping her form.

No steel can stop her, no darkness can bind,

The warrior survives, her fury unconfined.

Through shattered ranks and the blood-soaked plain,

She walks alone, yet she conquers the pain.

Flesh torn, bones crushed, the kids scream in agony,

But the bloodborne queen reigns eternal in dreams.