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...And so the new dawn begins

The landscapes torn and worn

Yet new beauty shall be born

Out of all of the deaths that came to pass

The vast fields of bloodshed

Adorned with limbs, guts and blood...

Nature's green, once more, shall spread

Across the lands where corpses lay dead

Frail dead trees still stand tall

Remaining, even after the world's fall...

The first dawn of this rogue world

Marks a new age for all that still live

Where splendor coexists with chaos

Where birds sing while mankind weeps

Where clashing blades never sleeps

Where tranquility is found in death...

The past remains, faintly prevailing

Old battles forgotten, yet the essence stays,

lingering on,

The grounds the warrior walked on

lingering on,

The trees the warrior rested against...

When the wind rustles the trees

The faint clashes of the blade still echoes

When the wind blows on the grass

Each grass blade portrayed his falling foes

When the rivers trickle gracefully

It flows like how slashed wounds bleed

Man may have forgotten everything

But the marks still remain in nature like scars...