Rulling with an Iron fist
With out the world of sound
Watching the realm around
Crying out the time frame
As the troops rally round.
How can this be asked of them
Why should they go
In the end of times
Is what they fight for
This is all they will know.
As the worlds rise
Creation as it falls
They gather round
Ready to fight
To take up their arms
They will come with out a sound
The war cry rally
Upon the end of time
As they know their calling
For fate has brought them
Faith allows to find.

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