"We the Nosferatu. We do not worship. We are the proud ones. The lonely ones. Eternal. Aeons past. We fly the night."
Kill flight of the Nosferatu
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Hymn of death. (Audio). Over hills and dales, oceans and rivers, towns and cities of industry and commerce, doth the Nosferatu fly. The eternal shapeshifter unseen in the night sky, glimpsed only by those with second sight. The age-old predator seeks his prey, weighing the sales of justice under the obsidian moon.
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