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4Guard our spirits, and keep us from eternal darkness
Behold a black horse; a pair of scales in his hand
Behind Crumbling Walls, we make our Stand
Behold a pale horse; and his name was Death
The Open Sky, the Endless Steppe
Power to take peace from the earth
Cities of Beauty and Wonder
The Wroth of the Wanderers
For The Ancient Homelands
From Mountain to Valley, from Forest to Plain
The Walls of Rome still Stand
Let them bathe in the warmth of the sun
Who drinks of the water shall never thirst
The Might and Splendour of the East
Blood under a Blazing Sun
He opened the sixth seal, and the sun became black
The Thousand-Strong Scourge
The day of reckoning has come
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