There was a time,
when the choirs sang
the battles melodies,
the magic was frozen in time.
Now, they’re just a precious memory…
Here begins a trilogy,
of passion, fury and hate..
There was a time,
when the choirs sang
the battles melodies,
the magic was frozen in time.
Now, they’re just a precious memory…
Here begins a trilogy,
of passion, fury and hate..

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