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Then sharply did destiny arrive,
When gilded edge came up to edge,
To wither all of earth's creations,
And sweep its ways now o'er her kin.

There came a dire legion here,
And followed them did dread arise,
Passing phantoms with sharp weapons,
Shilling torment, on the hordes of men.
With a great din, they did wage war,
And yet the foolish did not dread

Their deadly spears, and weapons drawn,
Through open eyes, dire spirits fled.
Their deadly spears, and weapons drawn,
Through open eyes, dire spirits fled.

The bold in battle thronged with anger
As they raised their banners up high
A sign of might unto the crowds
As warriors charged into the fray,

And still the rain came from above,
A whirlwind as the arrows fly,
A travelling dart few shall escape,
Pressed onwards o'er the water's way,
A whirlwind as the arrows fly.

They with fire inside shall seethe,
To snuff those pale of flame,
Then crashing go, and shall they fall,
As ravens swart descend.

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