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, how the Shadows First LengThend, One Stood.
He Chose The Path of Perpetual Torment.
In his ravenous hatred he found no peace.
And with Boiling Blood He Scoud 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 gain peace.
And he wandered around the plain, he wandered, wanting to avenge the dark lords, who caused him so much pain.
And those who tasted him, the sword called him ...
The executioner of rock.
