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The dawn has come

A crimson rapture

From oblivion they crawl

Our blood will run

Flow to the rivers

And paint the land

Death

In armor black

Marching on the ivory stone

Defilers of this bastion

Their blood will flow

Thrum of clashing steel

Hail of wavering arrows

Fight until the last

Reality? or dream?

A grand design

Fight for my kin, so they might see

The land of ancients disappeared

Solipsis

Til our last breath

Bring them death, bring them fury

Hold your ground, swords held high