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A monument of stone devoured by moss

Entrenched in tales of forgotten times

Allegiance to the land that bore my blood

Where the rites of passage lay

Harvest of ancient ruin, to build once again

Regain the ancestral wisdom lost through aeons

My blood, forged in the iron age, hardened by war

A desolate earth, a history buried beneath

To summon our lost ancestral wisdom and reign in celestial thrones

[A dense forest, from which the wolven race howls, the last with pagan blood remains steadfast in savage purity.]