The fortune of the gods brave the storms and reign
In the flood of magic scribe told;
The symphony of riots shout the believers of just cause
Relinquished the fear of being portrayed as lonesome in the movement towards change
Of hearts can only be known through intimacy, but of hearts can be brave in symphony
The chest of the worthy open to claim the treasure of lore and privilege
Decency do, decency do not
What matters is the empire that clashes with right
Serpentine men shall wither in chains.
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