| 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
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| Pain, Bloodied yet unbowed. |
| We are Order in the eye of chaos, the Gods to the
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| Godless…) |