Answer that challenge for which I pour my soul,
in the field of open battle our blades shall cross,
upon the hearth of blood and earth the tears shall fall,
doubt shall be washed from the land upon,
into the end we shall march unending,
Hatred flows from mine own eyes,
sorrow consumes all within,
and none can escape.
Let the fires of Divinity Spread from my shoulders,
outstretched the flames shall appear as divine wings,
Blade, and bone, and fire shall erupt from taught flesh,
Rage and Sorrow shall erupt from the end bringer,
From his throat the truth of the world shall be known,
within this body I give my all to Save those few,
for without them I am nothing,
I shall allow my dead before I allow my nothing.
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