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The fire fades Father’s fears Rushing in Rending minds Tearing flesh Men rising up Calling out Begging, praying So easy to rouse Story falling From your lips Pale and shadowy Telling of flame A continuing age The crowning of kings Of ash and cinder Stoking on the kiln And the men come And you rule And the fire burns An honorable son Hail the sun, and its flame! Hail the moon, and its flame!
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Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 2:28 PM UTC
Darkmoon Blade Excerpt
The fire fades Father’s fears Rushing in Rending minds Tearing flesh Men rising up Calling out Begging, praying So easy to rouse Story falling From your lips Pale and shadowy Telling of flame A continuing age The crowning of kings Of ash and cinder Stoking on the kiln And the men come And you rule And the fire burns An honorable son Hail the sun, and its flame! Hail the moon, and its flame!
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Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 2:28 PM UTC
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