Remnant Divine

A new saga.

Who can restore what has been lost?

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What hands can mend these broken parts?

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Who's will be done in spite and stead

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Of olden gods, long since dead?

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What light remains inside these bones,

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These empty hallows we now mourn?

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The horizon blazes answer forth,

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These sundered lands to burn once more.

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Still the echoed song refrains,

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What hope have we, those who remain?

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And here below as once on high,

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All shall fall, as ends draw nigh.

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