Placeholder: [oil painting illustration] Molly Hatchet as Frank frazetta's Death Dealer: All is lost. Molly Hatchet is fighting with his guitar as a sword, the screams of pain and suffering echo of his opponents as they are dispatched all around him. Even in death, they call his name, begging forgiveness for their failure to win the day. [oil painting illustration] Molly Hatchet as Frank frazetta's Death Dealer: All is lost. Molly Hatchet is fighting with his guitar as a sword, the screams of pain and suffering echo of his opponents as they are dispatched all around him. Even in death, they call his name, begging forgiveness for their failure to win the day.

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[oil painting illustration] Molly Hatchet as Frank frazetta's Death Dealer: All is lost. Molly Hatchet is fighting with his guitar as a sword, the screams of pain and suffering echo of his opponents as they are dispatched all around him. Even in death, they call his name, begging forgiveness for their failure to win the day.

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