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Warriors Of The Third Realm

Out on the desert plains lived warriors long ago. They lived their lives, running free, with no place left to go. But they fought their enemies with the instinct to survive. They fought their battles to be free so that they could live their lives. So the warriors fought on forevermore listening to the voices cry. There was no place left to run when it was. their time to die. The warriors were born to kill. They had risen to destroy To fight the enemy and do God's will, or all was lost into the endless void. And in the break of silence,the enemy came into their land To fight the battle on the hill, their fate was in God's hands. They fought for their moments of glory, for what they stood for. The Battle of the Warriors of the Third Realm would live on forevermore

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