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As long as I remember, these tales brought my slumber.

Demise of an Empire.

The allegiance broken, for power it was forsaken; the fall of Luna.

Cloaks of blood red.

Crest of severity.

March of the undead from an age of tyranny.

A bleeding heart of redemption.

For faith they fought.

Burned by the fires of deception.

Through the ashes they rise.

The will of man is broken.

A race of tear less emotion, become undone.

Marked by the winds of despair, once forced into exile - In darkness they appear.

Cloaks drenched in blood.

Crest of calamity.

March of the undead from an age of tyranny

A bleeding heart of redemption.

For faith they fought.

Burned by the fires of deception.

Through the ashes they rise.