The Long March

The dharkwave come from realm down under,

Their herald like a sound of thunder,

Here to slaughter, conquer, plunder,

They march for victory.

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But the Army of Light stands arrayed,

Armour catches sunlight's rays.

Here to stand against dharkwave,

Behold their majesty.

…

So battle comes for realm of Strife,

Waged in both the day and night.

It will require sacrifice,

But the Keepers must prevail.

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So at last the dharkwave come,

Under banners, sound of drums.

Moments coalesce to one,

As this realm they do assail.