When the stars in the sky fade,
its time for the history to be made.
The coming is not the end,
...its the beginning of the scend;
Let my progenitor reincarnate,
and give the secrets of superordinate.
Though i should wander in mind,
my rivet is just to find;
There will be no reason to believe,
as there is no king to cop the thieve.
Me and my warriors will be slain,
but our lives wont be in disdain.
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