

Symphony of WarSymphony of WarSymphony of War
Dawn skies, bathed in the morningstars glow; Angels tears bless the new day. They will soon be stained crimson, And cleansed in hellfire.
High above the clouds, where neither bird nor wyrm flies Two armadas ready themselves for zero hour. A chorus of silent prayers, But not every one will be fulfilled.
After the quiet comes the din: The enemy has been sighted! Call to arms, man the guns! The overture to war.
Metal meets flesh and gives birth to flames. Grapeshot, cannonfire and clashing sabres
it's Galar, by the way; found you through vulpine's page
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I'm a cat. Chillin' is in my blood, man.
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