Hoz

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From the distant mountains of the north
A legend has descended through the guardians' fort
Hear me! Hear ye! A myth has surfaced the realm!
They shall seek and come to the grand slam!

Words of the bard spread like virus within the unions
The sleeping guilds turned into rampaging organizations
A battle! A war! Hear the souls' battlecry
As the legend has descended, many shall die

A race of life has begun
Ground shaking through the roots of man
Temples started to rise from the ground
We shall seek victory for the legend's tokens!

Galiant treasure awaits at the top
A mountain filled with grievous challenges each lap
Come forth and there'll be numbered rivals  countless as sand
Listen---the Hoz's roar shall takeover the nothern land

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