| On these frostbitten plains I await
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| A withering realm, a mere shadow of its former self
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| Dilapidated and lonely
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| We chose to fight for a cause
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| Honour, pride, dignity, and love
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| Through the passage of time, it became exposed
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| Attempting to reclaim what was never ours
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| From the pebbles that dance in the rivers
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| To the leaves that glide in the wind
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| The rays that warm the pastures
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| And the rain that spawns new life
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| We were once one
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| Now blinded by selfish deceit
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| Drifting further and further away
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| We were once one
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| Now blinded by selfish deceit
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| We drift further away
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| Through ashes of our once great host
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| Travel through continents to lands unknown
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| Yet we witness faceless clones of our adopted reality
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| Transcendence non-existent
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| The final bell begins to toll
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| Far from redemption
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| We slowly burn all scrolls
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| Extinction, we beseech
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| Anguished, I tread
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| Wondering why?
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| Watching all die
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| Empires of Ash, cry!
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| From the pebbles that dance in the rivers
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| To the leaves that glide in the wind
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| The rays that warm the pastures
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| And the rain that spawns new life
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| No longer shall we rise above our failures
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| No longer shall we chant
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| The end is nigh
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| We interred our kingdom |