The Road to Travincal

Deep within the jungle roam,

Path wandered, but not alone.

Fighting foes of flesh and bone,

Lives ended, and not bemoaned.

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For many horrors I do see,

Spreading touch of misery.

Across the face of Sanctuary,

Long gone is sense of majesty.

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Kurast knows touch of hellfire,

As demons direct their ire.

From here I see Travincal's spires,

Know Zakarum is in straits dire.

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So on through the jungle walk,

From hate and terror will not balk.

So far from Kurast's catwalks,

Companions and I do not talk.

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So on I trudge through jungle gloom,

As steadily Travincal looms.

I'm a paladin of Zakarum,

And yet, I ask, is this world doomed?