Our kind are rather clever there are not many of us left you to know they will be wicked to me if I tell our hands glow with radiance and can heal that we have lived forever and only in battle with our own do we die
Peacekeepers and war makers the hand of the just we support and trust but it is sad to say we leave in seven hundred and 21 days you think that is a long time to us, it's just a blink of the eye
My leave is over soon back to the deep black, I do go to battle with our brothers and sisters the universe is vast and we have our tasks we fight so ****** hard
We are off in a while our banner is red and black the red hand of our queen on a jet black background our kits we do pack as we are ready to react
It will fall in tears like last time just hurt did pour down and again I will cry tears of blood