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The Unchained

A lonely man wandering the wilderness, dragging the heavy coffin wearily.
Even eagle couldn't foresee his road ahead.
How many blood-gold-thirsty outlaws stopped his way, I cannot tell. They say something like this, all the time.
"Hey there, devil. What's inside that damn big coffin? Take it out!"

As they wished, the lonely wanderer puts it up to show 'em what he got.
The herd of the pit, hounds from hell, foul ghosts bound to the coffin of this world.

His name is Django. The best necromancer of the South.