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The night is gone over moor and fen
With a mourn over crag so to yearn
For love that long since it has to earn
From wisemen, from whom to learn
Lead us, kindly light of might
A step is not enough for the right
Pride ruled their circling fight
For they remember not the light
Let the rivers run clear of the pious guiles, To wash away all the besmirched ties, Let's walk away from the previous scribes, To simply...
As the northern lights streak in crimson, the yellow tariffs creep, Blood Moon hubris pulls naivety from the deep. An icy shiver cuts...
The wicked lances prance, relentless in their attack, Absolute power, blood, and soil in a greedy bid to take back. Unwelcome denizens,...
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