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Once a light was shining in the dim

when greed blood and tyranny enhancing the grim

In the quiet of the night it falls a far distant call

when Honor stands where others fall

An Oath is to be made …..

a word from Hamilcar as sharp as a blade

An Oath of hate…..

for the love of Qart Hadacht, to bring death to the Roman gate

To live with truth and stand with grace …

To fight Rome with fire and claim your place

With eyes fueled by rage…..

you’ll treads the path of snakes in a world of twisted cage.

From the pillars of Qart Hadacht, through the valleys of despair,

He swore an oath of vengeance, with a heart that could ensnare.

The flames of retribution lit the corners of his mind,

With the ghosts of fallen heroes, their whispers intertwined.

Through the mountains of demise,

with a heart steeped in ice,

He crossed the glacial frozen rivers,

with an eye, he paid the price.

Eternal echoes of betrayal,

like daggers in his chest,

But a warrior’s heart is heavy;

in the pain, he finds his rest.

So remember his name,

and the legacy he brings,

As the lion roars in battle,

he shall wear the crown of kings.

In the frost and the stones,

His fame and legend lies,

A man who dares defying

Mountains, demons, gods and skies

Beneath the shadowed arch of night,

Where mortal hearts confront their fright,

There walks a truth, both bold and grim—

A whispered hymn, a fading hymn.

Throughout the frozen ground,

The roar of freedom never shall he be bound.