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And They Became Blood...

Men neglected by Valkyrie,

Watched earth through lifeless cornea.

And when Valhalla was no longer an option,

They became blood.



They marched to the Serkland,

To die before the crescent,

And when Odin surveyed no more,

They became blood.

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