Battle
Affirm, my hand you will be raised,
To my mouth you will be cut,
Under these jagged teeth,
We will find our sanctuary,
In blood we will rifle our spear,
In mind we scorch the night sky,
In our bones, from thy hand we conclude domination,
The land shattererd, consumed with a breath,
We battle, my hand we move swift,
Foes on look at the demonic aura,
Beyond the carnage we rise forever,
We truly are within the circle of battles.
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