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Journey of lost souls embarks in the Thyne skies |
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Seared fields and plateaus mark the beckoning |
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cries |
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Winds that gale and waters that flow |
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Howls that wail and slaughter of foes |
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Weapons raised high, and the crests were even |
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higher |
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Deafening rors from the mountainous fires |
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Visions are affixed on the mightiest treasure |
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Villainous conflicts are exacted with pleasure |
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Storms commence and shadows befall |
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Swarms dispense the cackling calls |
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Closer and closer they feel it in their hearts |
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Yearning the closure for their lives ron apart |
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Tasting the revenge and loving hatred |
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None hasting to avenge the prize is awaited |
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Across the hills and dales, |
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and beyond the coastal plains |
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The arbors, the thickets |
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and past the relentless rains |
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Through the desert marshes, |
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and all the flood laden valleys |
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Crested harsh are the blood maiden galleys |
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Days turn to months, and months turn to years |
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Praise burns the suns that lessen their fears |
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Strength has arisen adrenaline high |
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The weak are visited Incarnadine thrives |
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Onward towards the horizon they travel with pride |
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Carrying in honor all the comrades who died |
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Marching relentlessly, |
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the Exiled never lose sight of the quest |
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Embarking bequestingly, spent and viled, |
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Conquering the ultimate test |
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Dignity and pride lead the unwavering attacks |
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Unity applied speed the favoring acts |
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Victory and success conquering all enemies |
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Sanctity, noblesse, pondering all to serve thee |
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Ashar, Drad, and Kolar aid the ensuing mass |
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Two moons, one star, give praise to the ruining |
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chaste |
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They held the silvery pendant high in adulation |
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The four points intercepted the four enclosures |
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Arms raised towards the antiquated temple |
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The exiled are reborn, |
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and heed the call to Serpithia |
