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Ballad of the Fall

Long ago, in the times of old. Before the blight and the age of gold. A bright silver star did fall from on high. And brought warmth and light to the dark and the cold. This star was mighty, its power so grand. It taught mankind to leave their cold land. And visit the nine old gods in the sky. And so the nine gods became marked by man’s brand. Men became proud in their golden age. For they could not see that their star was a sage. Foretelling their fall, though not by its hand. Mankind would find itself in a cage. And so came the blight, which began the great battle. Where so much of man would be slaughtered like cattle. The achievements of man became naught but dull sand. And mankind did sound what would seem its death rattle. Mankind was dying but still would not yield. And so our grand star became our brave shield. Our first brave Guardian paid with its life. And gave us a power only we could wield. With our new powers humanity grew. With weapons of old, and kinsmen true. We will bring about the end of this strife. And revive the destiny of mankind anew.