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Raised as nobles, learned the skills of the fight |
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Trained in magic, and divine second sight |
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Preacher warriors, riding hard to the east |
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Thirsty broadswords for the neck of the beast. |
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Years of searching, through arcane texts of old |
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Gave them insight and these powers they hold |
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One desire, to ascend their own state |
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Rising higher, to be held down by fate. |
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War hardened stallions they ride |
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Fire and steel by their side |
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Swords make the rules as they sing |
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Not the will of a king |
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Red Skies they scream out their name. |
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Lands have fallen, kingdoms plunged in the black |
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No contender matched their vicious attack |
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Their desire to be equal to gods |
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Brought the fire, only nemesis holds. |
