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Loyalty, a fading memory of the past. |
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The spies of our enemy are within our ranks. |
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Sowing dissension, inciting revolt, |
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Their poison spreads like a plague. |
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Blinded to the deception of our enemy, they deny his existence. |
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All houses rising against each other. |
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The unity of the early days is gone. |
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The unity of our glory days is gone. |
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Only a few loyal remaining at our side, |
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Too few to conquer, but enough to pose a threat. |
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Forever loyal to our cause, we fight until the bitter end. |
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In the wake of our steadfast spirits, |
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The hearts of many men are rekindled. |
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As we charge on the boundaries of our existence, |
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New armies are mustered to our cause. |
