The destinies of most people are defined early on. Then there are the others – the lost souls. Those who could go toward the light or toward the darkness – indeed, who could be tipped one direction or another. Damned if we do, damned if we don't..... Gazing across the battlefield these warriors were confused. Nothing had happened for weeks, and yet the scent of battle still hung in the air. All faith was gone, all hopes were fading. Whilst their army was dividing, before their very eyes, these soldiers waited, watching, in anticipation of the battles that they knew were still to come. Each had fought countless times before, and none would ever know peace. They wanted more, they were the ones who decided to go. Fate had turned them from men of peace into warriors, thus taking their own lives. Across the great void the battles continue, repeating for all eternity, from this life to the next. Don't hope for mercy, don't hope for peace, for us there is no tragedy in death. Your mortality is our eternity. We exist purely to reek havoc and destruction, never to be pacified. Always on the move, routine is our enemy, we prefer the unexpected. Forever lost, forever searching, forever to wander, we are the Lost Souls Forever.

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