“For as we stand, we shall fall.”
Work In Progress I Got Too Tired To Finish
In A World Where God Had Left Us
A Hope There Had To Be
The Three Prime Evils Had A Plan, To Storm The Worldstone Keep The Lord Of Terror Fought A Man, Who Thought To Have Him Beat
His Iron Will And Righteous Heart, Left No Thoughts Of Defeat
He Sealed The Lord Of Demons, And Claimed To Be The Same
Though Woe Unto The Rangers, Who Failed To Use Their Brain
For All Their Speed And Kindess, By The Hero They Were Slain
And Felt The Hatred Of Diablo, But Multiplied By Pain
He Donned A Cloak Of Black, And Went To Lut Gholein
Leaving Demons, Beasts, And Monsters Everywhere He Passed
To Set Free His Older Brother, And Break The Spell That’s Cast
Yet When He Arrived The Angel Tyreal, Cornered Him At Last
They Battled To A Stalemate, Whilst Trickery Tipped The Hat
For The Mortal Fool Named Marius, Freed Baal As They Clashed
The Brothers Chained The Angel, And Fled His Presence Fast
To Find The Other Brother, Whose Spells And Magic Tricked
The Priestess Of Kurast, And
He Took The Once Green Forest, Which Withered Just As Quick
As He Travelled Past The Docks, He Thought He Heard His Name

With The Angels Blood Within Their Veins
Our Heroes Stood As Three
One Who Was A Holy Man, With Hammers Flying Free
Another Was A Lightning Storm,