A Day Of Reckoning by Lemuria
Low, my children, what do I see?
Your brothers and sisters on the warpath.
Forgiven are all your earthly sins.
Make way for honour and valour in your soul.
What is this, this run we're on.
A race known as the human one.
Many have died and many have killed.
Innocent blood is remorselessly spilled.
Our land is beseeched by conflict.
Far in the distance blow the horns of war.
Travel beyond the mountains of peril.
With faith and courage in your heart.
The party is weary.
Long days and nights take their toll.
The howling winds are beckoning.
The earth trembles beneath their feet.
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