Born under oaken leaves,
We meet in fields beyond the trees.
The song of flames guide your sword,
Stars and stones carry out thy word.
Through shadows, under black sunlight,
Once together we harness our might.
Mist and cloud, shadow and shade,
Together, our light shall never fade.
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