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A wise man once lamented his legions,too little warriors for so many missions. Scarcely report the knights of honour,still hesitating to submit to their anger.

Where are my legions, I ask you now, are you ready to fight, to take vow? Where are my legions, I ask you again, are you my legions, are you my men?

Imagine a corpus of knights in the sun,in shape of a cross we would form a union, at last we’d feel the elation of purpose Abandon the apathy, and embrace your malevolence.

Scorn all they ve coerced us to believe,they but solely erist to deceive. Free yourself from this statutory lie, reciprocate and yield to our justice-ery.

Where are my legions, I ask you now, are you ready to fight, to take vow? Where are my legions, I ask you again, are you my legions, are you my men?

Imagine a corpus of knights in the sun,in shape of a cross we would form a union, at last we’d feel the elation of purpose abandon the apathy, and embrace your malevolence.

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