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A Guild Is Formed
Soldiers, ahead…
Raise the banner!
Let the storm arrive, whirlwinds of the darkest times
Once there was a crow flying over me
Whispers, from the envoy, told it
Warned the trails of our fame!
We're marching and riding on the edge of each
Path for a guilty fate
Fine blades of the brethren, (comrades!)
Find your way through enemies!
Four winds from the escape of vultures
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Howled to me and blew my eyes
Folks, now, have united at the Altar
(A guild is formed!)
We're walking and flying on the edge of each
Path for a glorious fate
Fine blades of the brethren, (comrades!)
Find your way through enemies!
I've felt my heart so wretch yet sick
But now, I am accomplished
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