| CAIRN WARRIOR’S ATROCIOUS ASSERTION TO WAR:
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| I (still) admire the flow of echoing horns.
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| Mimicking blows so boldly, I hear…
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| I stand visibly, high, on this splendid bastion,
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| To remember a High King, a tyrant of no fear
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| I am the first son: a commander without a father,
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| «Fortuitous doom», the last of his predictions.
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| I’ll take advantage by igniting the balusters…
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| Preparing enraged flames with sweltering speed.
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| CAIRN WARRIOR AND ART AENFER’S
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| WAR EXCLAMATION (HIGH KING OF TARA):
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| (THESE ARE THE) PILLARS OF MERCY!
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| Today, I am callous…
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| Tomorrow, I am king —
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| Immortal, strong, exultant, and conquering!
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| PILLARS OF MERCY!
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| My song and my word are iniquitous —
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| Gathering assemblies in days gone by!
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| (FIRE BURNS WITH THE) PILLARS OF MERCY!
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| My chariot races through saw-toothed hills,
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| And hurls through every valley and mere!
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| PILLARS OF MERCY!
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| Watchtowers collapse before the lift of the twilight,
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| I am swift in battle-
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| My voice is heard!
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| PILLARS OF MERCY!
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| Frost, fire, and wind are pelting all the columns…
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| There is no dilution for them to fight again!
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| Only three chariots are seen on the charred plains —
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| Through all the throngs and clusters, lambs and stallions!
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| «If you should speak to me now,
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| Then I will chamber Tara’s pinnacle.
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| Why my father? |
| Another damning scuffle?
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| I (still) admire the sound of echoing horns!»
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| CAIRN WARRIOR AND ART AENFER’S
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| WAR EXCLAMATION (HIGH KING OF TARA):
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| (THOSE WERE THE) PILLARS OF MERCY!
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| Frenzied vultures gnawed the necks of dead men,
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| As the sturdy, gilded columns had seethed!
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| PILLARS OF MERCY!
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| Enemies' blood spurted like volley sprigs-
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| The blustery fight was planned, then fought!
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| (FLAMES FLAYED ON THE) PILLARS OF MERCY!
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| Their vapid minds were troubled and sides were pierced-
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| And warlike deeds had been fulfilled!
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| PILLARS OF MERCY!
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| We saluted chieftains on the regal Tara —
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| We hailed the tyrants that governed our waters!
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| PILLARS OF MERCY!
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| STRIKE!
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| TERMINUS:
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| There shall be no lack of dignity,
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| For those who oppose them.
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| «THERE WILL BE PILLARS OF MERCY!» |