Evil thinks not to beguile us by unveiling the terrible truth of its festering intent, but comes, instead, disguised in the diaphanous robes of virtue, wispering sweet-sounding lies intended to seduce us into the dark bed of our eternal graves.
War has withered life, Death has withered war. Bend the blazes of power, Take the Strength of Cain, shrouded as it is, puddle all souls with pain.
Koldar Mondrakken, Knight of the Moonlight --Santharian Master of Disaster-- One day I'll be the greatest of all Jedi!!
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