Brother, what tidings doth thou bring?
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Can't you hear Dread Words from Traitors Tongues
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Sister, Few Honours are left standing Proud
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In this world
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They have made the soil ever barren
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Our Legends but Shadows, Idle and Fallen to Ruin
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My Heart, Knows Falsehood Prevails
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In this, the Long Winter of the Spirit
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We have Born Witness to False Judgement
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Yet against all this
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I carry the Fight, Beyond the Ages
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The Wolves shall echo my rallying Cry
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An Oath, Sworn of Ancient Blood
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Haunting the Usurpers through plague (and Pestilence)
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Through Tempest, across the Raging Seas
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(my rage) as a Bolt of Lightning
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Within a clenched Fist... seeking Retribution
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Know
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That when there is Nothing left in this world
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I will come for you
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No Ideal not Scarred and Worn
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No hope not Shattered and Torn
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I will come for you
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[The old heart of the earth calls it's Children, Children of Destitution and Pain, Bloodied yet unbowed. We are Order in the eye of chaos, the Gods to the Godless...]
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Fallen To Ruin
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