War Tornl!
On a War-torn Path, with every step, the senses shiver,
The only souvenirs are a few broken arrows and an empty quiver.
The amber dusk, the eternal still
the encroaching darkness, the torpid spirits to till!
The only souvenirs are a few broken arrows and an empty quiver.
The amber dusk, the eternal still
the encroaching darkness, the torpid spirits to till!
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