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They sing of the tale of Calamity, They sing nothing, the dead voices nothing, A venturer from humble roots told me, "I see naught but only cycles, a ring," "Unbroken and followed diligently," "Kingdoms we once fought for, ash it all is," "Lost corpses, those that had once stood to see," "Tell our burdened descendants and theirs this," Nought remains, even in shadows now set, Our sins, forever we always regret.