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On the distant horizon

An iron clad figure stands

Wielding a magic axe of fire

The two armies have assembled

Banners fly high

Most won't see through the night

In darkest dreams of fallen gods

Men lay siege to the walls

That separate the worlds

Over nine moons ago

I received the kingdom's call of struggles

Infernal war

The journey was harsh, without sleep

The two armies are in too deep

Violence and bloodshed across the land

Slaughtering my foes, axe in hand

A universe in turmoil

A war without purpose

To reclaim our homeland

We've sought out the truth

I am the warrior

Of which a mage had spoke

To reclaim what is mine

To reclaim what is mine

Through the treacherous paths

Through the wandering dark

We have lost many men just to find you

Through the treacherous paths

Through the wandering dark

We must journey to save both worlds