| The riddle oughtest remain a riddle
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| Unraveled so far
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| Flames and winds make from the sky
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| From unearthly gods
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| While thine God is an earthly God
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| Thou wilt reverence
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| Once the giants dwelt in the gardenworld
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| Thro the gulf of chaos fooled the earthly God
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| Subject thievery was done with unholy whoop
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| Rattled CROMM to return the riddle of steel
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| Flames and spiry winds reached the vain giants
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| Threw them into waters laving raging hate
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| Fighting down left the God what He should have kept
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| We, just men by fortune found the riddle of steel
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| No one you ever trust, not males, not beasts
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| Husk
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| The sword you trust, its caress
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| The Steel and Flesh quest
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| Ashes trampled down
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| Blood was sinking slow
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| In a trice appeared merciless assassins
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| No one knows why they came
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| Armored to the teeth
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| Steel or Murder was their aim or there was no aim
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| Their leader rode south
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| Kids were driven North
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| The threnody is leaving mouths
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| All the tribe is lain
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| Makes us stronger that which kills
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| The source from which we flow
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| Honeyed glory!
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| The sweetest flame heaps upon our names |