golden sacrifice
shall sing about
our misfortune.
Tyrans will remember
our glory days
as if it were written
on their skulls...
The hand of elders
reaching out for hope
cries out into the shadows,
the enemy shows no mercy.
And there,
where the darkest moment arrives,
the heroes will rise, against all odds,
to prove that light strikes over shadow.
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