Rally Cry.

At Night we crawl,
Descendants of the fall.
Darkness will descend,
Fluid Time, Reality bends.
We twist it in our grasp,
As they breathe their dying gasp.
Death will meet us nigh,
Tonight we rejoice in our Rally Cry.

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