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Blades dancing upon their flesh.
Raids upon the Towns of Old.
Innocent citizens alive no more.
Swords in the skin sting so cold.
Iron clad men ride into night.
None have mercy for the ones they slay.
Gone before they could even fight.
Red with blood is how they’ll stay.