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Blazon our field of gules, losers fell as fruit from the ash.
Proper in red, we rampant perennial.
All in the blood, all in line.
Our cult of the fallen will triumph over time.
Blazon our dexterous arm, gashed with chevron emblem flesh.
Self-azure, our cloth a rag of colts.
All in the blood, all in line.
Our cult of the fallen will triumph over time.

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