발더스게이트3 악성향 다크어지 엔딩, 에필로그

Wonder from your companions and everything you endured to your own Pious fate if only you defied your father when you had the chance and freed yourself of your dark desires but it's too late now your destiny is set your very blood shall clot with the urge and that hungry desire will consume you you may have freed the world from the control of the nether brain but you are not yet free your father is angry what foul punishment awaits you now that you have rejected [Music] him even now your desires threatened to consume you your only hope is that a prison will be sufficient to contain you while you spend the rest of your your life pondering your sins but it seems your father has other [Music] [Music] ideas thou remainest in thy chains separate from the light of the world removed from its Temptations thou feared thou would be a slave to thy desires dust thou still fear that which lurks within thee Hast thy cruel father taken all of thee that thou once was I see poor Pious so the realm of men will forget thee books left bare to be filled with falsehood myth and superstition the tapestry of Fate however will not forget nor will I rest well friend thou [Music] [Music] the balance of the world restored the balance of these lives mortal and otherwise brought to [Music] account to you many killing moons have waxed as each set more your mind waned you pray with each new heart spillage you worship with your diseased Embrace siring a mad Legion you scream for you cannot speak yet in the trial pulp of your brain something called you back here what is this place it was something once bonds warmth strength fear love now now you feel only impatience for these blood sacks to sleep so you can strike with the death dream each day you sing his hymns each night you dream in red not long now not long wait until they are at rest to strike you are Bal stallion many of your own Bal sporn have been born to die in this half year your new children children will become The tyrant's Horde why do you spare even one thought for your forsaken mate as soon as it tries to pass through your lips you feel violently ill now you are what he fears most a starved rattling an itching Prowler a reminder of his worst self best left to history the rry is falling to a lull your Witching Hour draws close the pity gags in your gullet yeah yes they will die yes just for you

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Length: 6min 39sec (399 seconds)

Published: Fri Dec 01 2023