The Dark men fought on past their mother,
many had seen the mighty one fall
they fought on with bitter hate,
as now, once more, did the mother of the storm.
Her spear flashed lightning,
she stirred on her horses,
the chariot moving quickly forward,
the spear drinking deeply of Arlagh's blood.
The battle now raging,
one large cacophony of terror,
many smaller battles now...
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