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On a mountain high,

Scortching the sun,

Lays the one,

Who shall burn,

The world of man

Not by metal,

It was forged,

But by fear,

Of men,

And blood,

Of the innocent

Forth they came,

Armies of light and law,

All to return,

With losses too great,

To count or to mourn

It calls them,

Winged beasts,

Whos shriek terrors,

The mightiest of gods,

And the madness shan't stop,

Untill he,

The dark lord,

Shall consume it all