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In the valley, the rain is fallin

And the gem inlaid into my syckle shines

as the blade vibrates

On the way to my destiny

I march listening the funeral melody

of the drops that echo on our armours

Guided by my nature, warriors from

teh high continent, former enemies,

now fight by my side.

The caln of Dirac, now consolidated,

claims for its triumph.

When the battle comes to an end,

the rain starts falling...