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Born in war, beneath bloodstained skies, a son of the axe, where the fiercest rise. Raised by steel, in the fires of pain, the battle his cradle, the sword his chain.

Paladin’s might, the warrior’s creed, bound by honor, sworn to lead. Yet restless he stood, with a hunger untamed, for more than the light, for more than the name.

Ohh, hear the call of the burning moon, a firelit path, where the shadows loom. Blade and spell, in a warrior’s hand, he walks alone, across the land.

He sought the druids, the children of beasts, to master the wild, to feast with the feast. They whispered of balance, of patience and peace, but the battle still burned—his hunger increased.

Blood on his fists, rage in his roar, against his own masters, he shattered the lore. Banished, forsaken, alone once more, a warrior lost, on fate’s dark shore.

Ohh, hear the call of the burning moon, a firelit path, where the shadows loom. Blade and spell, in a warrior’s hand, he walks alone, across the land.

Then came the whispers, from the void of the stars, a voice of embers, a tale writ in scars. Zharkoon, the Fallen, the Eclipse of the sky, with fel-burning wings and a death-howl cry.

“Come forth, my warrior, take strength untold, the moon now burns with fire and gold. No master binds you, no leash, no chain, through fel and flame, you shall rise again.”

He knelt not in worship, nor bowed to the dark, but took up the gift, the Infernal Mark. Feathers of fire, talons of doom, a MoonKnight forged in the fel eclipse’s womb.

Ohh, the moon burns bright with the fire of war, a warrior lost, now lost no more. Infernal MoonKnight, bound to none, a brawler, a titan—his legend begun.

And so he walks, where the fire still grows, through shattered lands, where the dark wind blows. Champion of none, but master of might, the first of his name—The Infernal MoonKnight.