These fields have become my legacy by ancient gods been given chains free me now or fear forever Dissemblers! These bonds of temperance soon unsealed I greet thee masters of distopia enchant me with your immortal grace I bid you welcome to this gathering who knows what the night brings? Thunder lightning strike the earth frost and blizzards come for me storms of hatred tear the skies apart fire clench both land and sea limbs and coprses scattered everywhere the smell of death lies in the air this is my birthplace, this will be my grave who ever enters shall by my sword be slain
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