The Fall of Muirthemne

With my eyes I see our foe,

Outnumbered one to three.

Today we all fight to survive,

For the Cath Bruig's prosperity.

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Yet the monsters, standing tall before us,

They chill me to my soul.

On my confidence and bravery,

They take a heavy toll.

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So the tide of darkness reaches us,

On both sides many fall.

But steadily we're driven back,

Right to the city's walls.

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Maybe, I think as I utter prayer,

Salvation it will come.

To give hope to our broken forces,

To show the battle is not done.

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A false hope though, the battle's lost,

Our lives at an end.

Around us lie so many bodies,

Of comrades, fallen friends.

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And so the Dark it reaches west,

To those fair lands they'll go.

Balor's campaign has begun,

And the world shall know much woe.