In the light of the crimson fire, you will find the shadow of the distant sire.
You can hear the sound of every hoof.
It is so loud that it could shake every roof.
Running through the pasture in the color of crimson red, the stallion spreads the legend where it will now be said.
The story rides on the distant sire.
He will now be named the Crimson Fire.
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The story rides on the distant sire. He will now be named the Crimson Fire. Beautiful!