Beware, Dark Ones, for they will soon be upon you
A band of heroes—warriors—that will inflict ague
The precious Light that you have stolen from the Dreamers' eyes
Will soon be the reason for your demise.
From the mountaintops is a ferocious beast that is born of the snow
Aggressive and determined, more than just a terrifying foe
The beacon of their hope, the sword of their aspirations
Leader of the harbingers of your annihilation.
The hawk bathed in crimson watches your every misdeed
The prickly bush grown from your violent seed
A raptor in flight, a dragon in battle
A silent flash of vengeance with unparalleled mettle.
An ephemeral bloom that is cold to the touch
Caught in a blizzard of petals that is dazzling to watch
A dagger hides behind the kind and gentle spirit
The most danger comes from a thorn that knows none fear it.
The soldier of the people knows not how to bend
Protector of the weak, one who is sworn to defend
A shield that will stand against all trials strong,
And will stand even stronger against all that is wrong.
Black feathers fall from the dark evening skies
Graceful representative of the Moon and its silent cries
In the grim shadows one cannot discern truth from fantasy
The spindly hands that work behind the scenes and what you can see
The thick haze and fog hides a well-sharpened knife
The edge of the Reaper's scythe, one who can cut the strings of Life
Violent red eyes that know no mercy nor rest
When the verses begin, so does the slaughter fest.
Darker than a shadow, a conundrum, an enigma
The Avatar of Fear silently lurks within the miasma
Tentacles and strings erase control all but one's mind
Nothing is more cruel than the Puppeteer's binds.
Commander of troops, Artisan of War
None escape his tactics, no matter how far
Know the enemy just as much as thyself
For the General always know you twice as well.
Thunder and Lightning accompany the storm
A tornado of innovation that can alter any mechanical form
A mind that runs faster than the wind of a hurricane
There is no doubt within Knowledge's Thane.
An all-seeing sage who reads people like the writings of a scroll
A skylark that learns to fly without having to fall
Nothing fazes such sturdy composure, not even the horrors on land and sea
Fear and hesitation are things that he cannot see.
Hope never dies, for Hope always shines bright
After all droughts, the spirits of rain dance in a manner that is lithe
Protecting the aspirations of the people and the nation
A steadfast cavalier who gallops towards a fruitful vision.
The lovely face of Dawn comes to break the dreary night
Bringing new Hope and Life with rosy pink light
Warm and gentle, those touched are truly blessed
With the support of such beauty, one can overcome any test.
The Mad Dragon emerges from a blazing, Hellish abode
Exuding power and rage, the proud beast walks down a lone road
Rivalled by none, awesome might beyond what mortals can comprehend
An untamed Divine Beast that will never break nor bend.
Beware Dark Ones, for the Dusk is soon to disappear
When the wave of Ardour comes, soon is the dissipation of Fear
When the Light is at its brightest and the final hour is at hand
One final clash decides the Fate of the land.
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Envie De Voyager
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