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The Rising Moon, the Northern guard Held the shadowed wall of fear The Setting Sun, the Southern pride Seeptre over the wild Two lords, two defenders Raised the forts and claimed the lands Monuments of the ages Kept the shadows away Vaults for their godly gifts Celestial treasures Beacons to scare the fallen The One that lay nigh upon the East Two lords, two defenders Did not see the Iron Fist Monuments of the ages Crumbled down to dust Vaults for their godly gifts Filled with disgrace The White Tree of life Cut down and burned to ashes Those were the elder days The golden age for the mortal Set and cast was the fate By the days of men It was hard to believe Nearly gone was all hope When the Tree grew again And brought the light It was hard to believe Nearly gone was all hope Set and cast was the fate By the days of men |
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