Into the Moat Prologue... Lyrics

Prepare these hands for war, these eyes for blackness, and this heart to seep away
All that is suffered, all that is lost
List compared, your sorrow I thirst
Your misery I fail
For I devise the absolute design
Where the fearless reign
Where strength and valor control
This will be war of all wards and it's merely the beginning
This is call to arms...

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