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Description
In Braavos' streets, where shadows dance and play,
A god with many faces holds sway,
Him of Many Faces, they call his name,
The Faceless Men, to him they claim.

With masks that hide their identities,
They serve their god with stealthy ease,
Their blades strike true, without a sound,
Their victims fall, never hearing a peep.

In temples dark, where death reigns supreme,
The Many-Faced God holds court, it seems,
His followers gather, lost in thought,
Their hearts entwined with death, they've sought.

But who is this god, so shrouded in mystery?
A demon, some say, from the underworld's glee,
Yet others whisper, he's but a man,
A mortal, like them, just a different plan.

Regardless of truth, one thing's clear,
The Many-Faced God holds power dear,
Over life and death, he holds the key,
And those who worship him, must pay.

So if you find yourself in Braavos' midst,
Be wary of the Faceless Men, at least,
For when they strike, there's no reprieve,
Their god demands blood, souls to conceive.

Description
In Braavos' streets, where shadows dance and play,
A god with many faces holds sway,
Him of Many Faces, they call his name,
The Faceless Men, to him they claim.

With masks that hide their identities,
They serve their god with stealthy ease,
Their blades strike true, without a sound,
Their victims fall, never hearing a peep.

In temples dark, where death reigns supreme,
The Many-Faced God holds court, it seems,
His followers gather, lost in thought,
Their hearts entwined with death, they've sought.

But who is this god, so shrouded in mystery?
A demon, some say, from the underworld's glee,
Yet others whisper, he's but a man,
A mortal, like them, just a different plan.

Regardless of truth, one thing's clear,
The Many-Faced God holds power dear,
Over life and death, he holds the key,
And those who worship him, must pay.

So if you find yourself in Braavos' midst,
Be wary of the Faceless Men, at least,
For when they strike, there's no reprieve,
Their god demands blood, souls to conceive.