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The first light breaks through the haze

And the tattered shroud,

Fleeting gold the dark allowed.

By the fire we warmed the maimed,

The last fight has begun.

With frozen hearts, we greet the gale,

Immense, untamed.

Past ancient cliffs and sunken walls,

We drive the winds where darkness calls.

No one will speak our names.

No songs for us, no return. J

ust echoes call —

And cold!

Cold of the winds we chase,

Cold of bones of the earth,

Beneath the peaks of snow.

Beneath the peaks,

Black rivers feed

A tomb for storm’s

Demise and fall.

Past ancient halls,

We herd them all

Where darkness calls.

Oh, drums are calling,

Down the dying way!

We lure the storm in,

And none shall stay

Oh, dawn is rising,

Blades and spears are drawn.

Into the deep

One by one we fall.

Beneath the peaks,

Black rivers fed

A tomb where storm

Was born and bled.

Past ancient halls,

We drive them all

And darkness claimed

The mountains call...