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The knell rings in the final hour

The citizens cry out in anguish and pain

The utopia that was

Is now in ruins from the raiders' invasion

There were taken no prisoners

They left the corpses to rot

An assault with no other intention

Than the pleasure that is the kill.

The church bells, ringing, too late, the gates have fallen

The church bells, ringing, in the ruins, of Edendalk

The knell rings in the end of Edendalk

The smell of charred bodies, and blood in the air

The utopia is no more

Fallen soldiers, executions, no life for miles

Only a few got away

But no one is unscarred

The first of many cities to fall

As the army marches on