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As in the depths of time, where battles rage and roar,
The scent of smoke and ash, forever we adore.
From charred and crumbling walls, to graves of old,
The whispers of the past, our hearts do enfold.
The drums of war, they beat, a mournful sound,
And in the ashes, sorrow and despair amaze.



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