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This night brings with it glory, |
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these hearts a victory song, |
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these eyes the flames of passion. |
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Watching now, the skies are splitting, |
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drying now the ocean's parch. |
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Cracking now, these lands are barren. |
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Trying are these times and seasons, |
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the rising son shall bring the brave. |
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Raising fists and shout in glory, |
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the innocent shall soon be saved. |
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Tears were shed as hearts were shattered, |
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walked upon as broken glass. |
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Left to die, were those who gathered, |
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children first and women last. |
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Tears were shed. |
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Black flags raised, |
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as they were slayen. |
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Black flags rasied, |
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blood red will burn these embers. |
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Scribes to your scrolls, |
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marching drums alert the towers, |
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to tell the tail as kingdoms fall, |
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as we sing our victory song. |
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Though in the end, these walls may crumble. |
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Though in the end, I too may fall. |
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I live to hear those trumpets sounding, |
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victory in their final call |
