| A serpent lights the ancient sky
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| A threat of tainted stars
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| Evil stirs and in its wake
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| The souls of mortals sway
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| Sorrow reigns
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| Over fields of red
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| Spirits pace
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| Through the shadows cast by their graves
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| These are days and nights of venom and blood
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| Heroes will rise as the anchors fall
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| Brave the strife, reclaim every soul
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| That belongs to the Beauty of Dawn
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| Darkness strives to blind the strong
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| But Faith will guide our swords
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| Loyal hearts we’ll stand as one
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| And fight with shields of Hope
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| Pride fuels the deadly fire
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| That devours our tower of gold
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| The drums of war will rage and roar
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| 'Til the sun burns bright once more
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| These are days and nights of venom and blood
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| Heroes will rise as the anchors fall
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| Brave the strife, reclaim every soul
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| That belongs to the Beauty of Dawn |