It is made, within this nightcommunity Several clans built up themselves Proclaiming, each, loud... Borders share now valleys and hills Brilliant iron of blades and armours Sparkle, in, the night... Clans of violence Were born in rage Blood is soon going to feed Feed the last dying ground The illegible scrawls wake the breath of the dragon The war is going to rage on this Already, dead, planet... Blazons float in the irregular night winds Following the example of their Creative, brave, luxurious... Clans of violence Were born in rage Blood is soon going to feed Feed the last dying ground Clans of violence Were born in rage Blood is soon going to feed Feed the last dying ground
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