Hold me in your warm embrace,
For I am tired and fazed
The battle bled the land and heavens,
As the pandemonium of hell drew close
The fortunate fell, accursed remain,
I stand over the corpses of all slain
Withered and scarred, by body and soul,
In this great battle of my life
I must stand and fight as the Last,
Until the darkness consumes all light.
- Corinthean
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