Two weary yet defiant men have the task of vocalising wretched thoughts over the turgid weight of Conan’s metalized bombast. They bear it well, for the task is immense. Hear the roar of battle. Smell the stench of split blood. A thousand heads piled high like a grim mound of suffering - a blasphemy to nature. Hail Conan!
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