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Tarnished sun bleeds rust,

Ravens feast on its gaping maw.

Kingdom's flesh festers,

Seeps into hallowed bone.

Steel bleeds crimson in the dawn, end of his dominion.

Centuries we stalked the night, now revenge is served.

I collect thy crown, bloody prize now concealed by shadows.

As my brethren dance with death, to their final breath.

No gods tend the flames,

Warriors find solace in the cold embrace.

A chilling wind

Sings a lullaby of oblivion.

Caught in one grief, we share one wound,

Cry one dialect of pain.

We forgot who spilled the first blood,

Fault no longer understood.

Fields of wheat lie bare, choked by ash of this endless night,

Angels fear to tread the mist rising to the skies.

Blood-soaked earth will never forget, the screams that tore the night,

Victory for no one, honorless, cold and stark.

No victor's banner flutters,

Crows feast on the decaying ramparts.

The land remembers, a silent echo of a kingdom's fall.

Blood-soaked earth, a testament to the night's sorrow.