In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood.
He chose the path of perpetual torment.
In his ravenous hatred he found no peace.
And with boiling blood he scoured the Umbral Plains seeking vengeance against the dark lords who had wronged him.
And those that tasted the bite of his sword named him...
the Doom Slayer.
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В первой эпохе, в первой битве, когда тени впервые стали длинными, выстоял один воин...
Он избрал путь вечного мучения..
Ненависть его была так велика, что он не мог обрести покоя.
И скитался по равнине Умбрал, желая отомстить Тёмным Владыкам, причинившим ему столько боли.
И те, кто отведали его, меча нарекли его...
Палачом Рока.
In The First Age, In The First Battle, When the Shadows First Lengthened, One Stood.
He Chose The Path of Perpetual Torment.
In His Ravenous Hatred He Found No Peace.
Boiling Bloins He Scoured The Umbral Plains Seeking Vengeance Against The Dark Lords Who Had Wronged Him.
And Those That Tasted The Bite Of His Sword Named Him ...
The Doom Slayer.
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In the first era, in the first battle, when the shadows first became long, one warrior survived ...
He chose the path of eternal torment ..
His hatred was so great that he could not find peace.
And wandered on the plain soaked, wanting to take revenge on the dark lords, causing so much pain.
And those who assigned it, the swords told him ...
Rock Palace.
