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Phosphate
Mortal swords surrounded by flames honored soldiers on cloaked horseback
redemption shall lead your souls past brimstone no sinner will find shelter the
salvation of pegan is yours for the taken. At this time of auguish in hate we trust
the prince of righteous will grant us manisons and glory in his victorious story
damnation is but a fools trick and treat the soldiers of Caliga shall not fall for this
vulgar display of believers way. Will you clear a path for the princes arrival will
you undertake the time of inquisition as the faithful repent, will you rid the deceiver
of heaven sent as a soldier of dark Nero let cause be your hero. Ride the storm of
judgement lead the fable of horsemen to the bitter end it's midnight let the calling begin.
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Cole Beck
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