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We rise, a horde of terror unbound,
In our wake, chaos shall resound.
Fearless hearts, of one soul and mind,
The Wrekkoner's kin, the cruel and unkind.
In our fury, the world crumbles to dust,
A legion under which all are crushed.
We march, relentless, a terror unclaimed,
In our wake of mayhem, the slain lay unnamed.
Our laughter echoes amidst the cries,
We raise our banners beneath smoking skies.
Their forces shatter in our callous spree,
The Wrekkoner's kin, we battle with glee.
In our fury, the world crumbles to dust,
A legion leaving ruin and rust.
We march, relentless, a terror unclaimed,
In our wake of mayhem, the slain lay unnamed.
Mournful dirges for those that we've torn,
Yea in our wake, the wailing's forlorn.
They raised their swords! No mercy remains,
The Wrekkoner's kin, our rivals: now stains!
In our fury, the world crumbles to dust,
A legion under whom cries are hushed.
We march, relentless, a terror unclaimed,
In our wake of mayhem, the slain lay unnamed.
