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...“You know that I didn’t start out this way,
and this life I have never desired,
I just wanted to discover the past,
to my mind no calling was higher…

“Until the day I found that cursed tomb,
we were so thrilled to see what was inside,
how could we, or anybody have known,
that withing Genghis Khan’s soul had survived.

“I was the first person to enter it,
made me the great conqueror's chosen prey,
he possessed me with powers unholy,
so much will…I couldn’t drive him away.

“I know you all must think I’m a mad man
to be spinning wild tale like this,
but believe me or not, every word is true,
it’s an agony for me to exist.

“Trapped in a space in the back of my mind,
while a dead tyrant uses me for his will…
When my colleagues saw that something was wrong,
they were the first people that Genghis killed.

“Then he laid low, slowly building his strength,
until he burst out as a bloody warlord,
all while I was trapped within my own flesh,
where I could feel every murder…and more.

“I know what it is to burn house down
while innocent children remained within,
I know what it is to drink from a skull,
and to flay a living man from his skin.

“I’ve heard widows wail for their lost husbands
while I raped them, and hope drained from their eyes,
I’ve strangled a man and taken joy in
the frantic struggles he made as he died.

“All of these things Genghis has made me see,
disturbing me is one of his sick tastes,
but even fell ghosts have their weaknesses,
that’s how I’m talking to you in the first place.

“Believe it or not, ghosts can’t handle booze,
even a light buzz will weaken their hold,
mighty Genghis Kan, so driven by will,
against even a light beer will soon fold.

“That’s the only reason I still come out,
for all his strength, the great Khan likes to drink,
but he fears that I will end my own life,
and takes precautions…the cruel bastard thinks.

“He goes into rooms quite empty and bare,
so that there’s no tools with which I can kill myself,
assigns guard so that no one else can come in,
and limits how much there is to drink as well.

“You are the first people that I have spoken to
going on at least five long, weary years,
in fact it is dawn near a miracle
that you somehow managed to get in here.

“We do not have long, and if we waste time
the Khan’s spirit will return and cause strife,
this has to end before more millions die,
so come on fellows, pull out those long knives.”

CONCLUDES IN PART V.
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