Dathomir where magic brews
Mercs and crews engage the night
Endless swamps of land to fight
Where the dark arts shine so bright

Dathomir where nightsisters rule the land
Dark witches practice by hand
Where deadly stories are told
Magic games are played at night

Nightbrothers obey thy commands
Where warriors gain insight
Ruthless players roam the night
Tacticians day and night

Tarentum landed upon the ground
The secrets of magic at night they burn
Where many have come to die
Witches gather and their secrets swirl

Forward the Deathsworn strode
To the planet Dathomir they would go
The spirits of the Night Sisters they would goad
Their secrets, the Sworn would expose

Over time Tarentum had grown frail
Their powers over the spirits of the dead had failed
Stolen by persons of unknown origin
For purposes not yet determined

The Nekros Syndicate was sent to probe
The dark planet and the secrets it may hold
But the mysteries of the Sisters weren’t meant to be told
They never should have been so bold

The Nekros are ultimately expendable
Only the will of the dragon is inviolable
Their brothers in the syndicate, they would mourn
As necromancy within Tarentum is reborn

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The death of the civilization
the destruction of the population
Is trouble coming my way
Death is here