A thousand years I've roamed the plains and waved the hand of doom. I've seen the tears that fall like rain from the waste and all the ruin. A shadow's cast that falls from me on you, a time to claim all that's mine, my wrath is blind! The balance is where you hang.
The cries of sadness never heard, fall deaf upon my ears. The stench of madness, raging wars, I've seen a million years. The smell of sorrow fills the fields and lingers in the sky. The littered ground will swallow down the souls that fill my eyes.
I'm the Widowmaker.
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