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(Verse) In the ashen groves of Avernus, Where the blood war churns, relentless, Wyll, the warlock, stood with eyes ablaze, His soul, a pawn in Mizora’s twisted maze.
(Chorus) Oh, Wyll, Wyll, your heart torn asunder, To Mizora’s whispers, you surrendered, A pact sealed in blood, a soul laid bare, In the abyssal night, your soul took flight, unaware.
(Bridge) His laughter once danced through moonlit glades, Now silenced, shadows on scorched blades, Mizora, the fiend, promised arcane might, But at what cost? Wyll pondered in the night.
(Chorus) Oh, Wyll, Wyll, your heart torn asunder, To Mizora’s whispers, you surrendered, A pact sealed in blood, a soul laid bare, In the abyssal night, your soul took flight, unaware.
(Outro) Through Stygian flames, he wandered alone, Seeking solace in memories overgrown, His lover’s face, a fading star in the void, As Mizora’s laughter echoed, cold and devoid.
And so Wyll’s tale weaves through realms untold, A ballad of love, power, and souls sold, In Baldur’s Gate’s depths, his name a whisper, Wyll, the troubadour, forever lost in Mizora’s sinister.
(Verse) In the ashen groves of Avernus, Where the blood war churns, relentless, Wyll, the warlock, stood with eyes ablaze, His soul, a pawn in Mizora’s twisted maze.
(Chorus) Oh, Wyll, Wyll, your heart torn asunder, To Mizora’s whispers, you surrendered, A pact sealed in blood, a soul laid bare, In the abyssal night, your soul took flight, unaware.
(Bridge) His laughter once danced through moonlit glades, Now silenced, shadows on scorched blades, Mizora, the fiend, promised arcane might, But at what cost? Wyll pondered in the night.
(Chorus) Oh, Wyll, Wyll, your heart torn asunder, To Mizora’s whispers, you surrendered, A pact sealed in blood, a soul laid bare, In the abyssal night, your soul took flight, unaware.
(Outro) Through Stygian flames, he wandered alone, Seeking solace in memories overgrown, His lover’s face, a fading star in the void, As Mizora’s laughter echoed, cold and devoid.
And so Wyll’s tale weaves through realms untold, A ballad of love, power, and souls sold, In Baldur’s Gate’s depths, his name a whisper, Wyll, the troubadour, forever lost in Mizora’s sinister.
