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Remnant Divine

A new saga.

Who can restore what has been lost?

What hands can mend these broken parts?

Who's will be done in spite and stead

Of olden gods, long since dead?

What light remains inside these bones,

These empty hallows we now mourn?

The horizon blazes answer forth,

These sundered lands to burn once more.

Still the echoed song refrains,

What hope have we, those who remain?

And here below as once on high,

All shall fall, as ends draw nigh.



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