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Upon the streets

where warriors fell,

A kingdom lost

in death’s knell.

Lies they condemn

Fear is their gem

Hate feeds the stem

Through days of mayhem

Their golden gods

turned into chains,

Their voices drowned

in anguished pains

Now soaked in streams

of sacred blood

No mercy found in distant lands

No call for arms

No warriors rise

The final breath

Of fading cries

The drums of war

Began to wane

The dying gasps

The silent pain

Lies they condemn

Fear is their gem

Hate feeds the stem

Through days of mayhem