Romance begins with the last player in this company.
They are... immortal as the cliff.
Drapes of war, black as pitch, with an untold strength.
The noise of concrete, a foundation is built.
A weapon forged in the very fires of hell.
Sharp night, the sound of spinning blades, musical to sleepers' ears.
The drops of a strange ink turn to clouds on an ancient map.
From the blur back into the blur.
They are... immortal as the cliff.
Drapes of war, black as pitch, with an untold strength.
The noise of concrete, a foundation is built.
A weapon forged in the very fires of hell.
Sharp night, the sound of spinning blades, musical to sleepers' ears.
The drops of a strange ink turn to clouds on an ancient map.
From the blur back into the blur.
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