In the void’s embrace, where stars ignite, A war unfurls, a cosmic blight. Two empires clash, in endless strife, A battle for dominion, a struggle for life.
The Grand Devil’s banner, a crimson stain, Across the cosmos, it spreads its reign. From shattered worlds, to planets anew, His legions march, a tide of steel and rue.
He hunts the innocent, the weak, the bold, Their screams are silenced, their stories untold. He twists their souls, their minds, their very core, Forcing them to serve, forevermore.
The titans roar, their engines scream, A symphony of war, a cosmic dream. From burning stars, to frozen dust, The Grand Devil’s might, we cannot trust.
On battlefields, where heroes fall, The Grand Devil’s shadow, covers all. He shattered worlds like glass, a million souls turned to dust. No tears were shed, no mercy shown, only the silence of the void.
From crimson skies, to shattered ground, The echoes of war, forever resound. A million souls, lost in the fray, A billion dreams, extinguished today.
The galaxy weeps, a sea of despair, As empires crumble, beyond compare. The Grand Devil’s legions, ever grow, From conquered worlds, the soldiers flow.
A monstrous army, a tide of dread, With every victory, more souls are dead. Planets bled beneath his heel, their cries swallowed by the stars. He fed on their despair, their fear, a hunger that never waned.
The titans roar, their engines scream, A symphony of war, a cosmic dream. From burning stars, to frozen dust, The Grand Devil’s might, we cannot trust.
The stars themselves, tremble in fear, As the Grand Devil’s reign, draws ever near. A galaxy enslaved, a cosmic tomb, No hope remains, in this endless gloom.
The rebellion falters, their spirit crushed, By the Grand Devil’s might, their hope is hushed. They fought with hope, with desperation, clinging to the fading light. He saw their struggles as a game, a distraction from his grand design.
One by one, their worlds fall to his sway, As the Grand Devil’s victory, nears each day. The Grand Devil’s banner, waves triumphant, A symbol of terror, a chilling testament.
His reign of darkness, spreads far and wide, Leaving a galaxy, forever terrified. He laughs as civilizations crumble, their empires turned to ash. The echo of their screams, a symphony to his ears, a testament to his power.
He tears their souls, their bodies, their very being, To forge a legion, his will decreeing. From flesh and bone, he builds his might, A monstrous army, bathed in eternal night.
But even in defeat, his power remains, He bends the threads of time, through endless domains. The past, the present, the future he holds, In his grasp, their fate, he molds.
He whispers secrets to the stars, Of futures rewritten, torn apart. He weaves his will, a tapestry of dread, Where hope is shattered, and dreams are dead.
The Grand Devil’s laughter echoes through the void, A chilling reminder, their fate, he’s enjoyed. For even in defeat, he will rise again, To rewrite their sto
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