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There are few who know

The truth in which I speak

Coming end of the 4th age

The shadow of the iron

In our hearts and our hands

Leave no room for love

We are survivors for love

When men were decimated

Like some surface nuisance

Without cause to question

The future as it began to unfold

Soon became an abject terror

A remnant of the golden era

Ever rarified peace and harmony

In every facet this was a true eden

That has now crumbled to dirt

Be it only mind spirit and body

We need to find a solid divinity

Only that will hold steadfast

Even in the face of certain death