All that has died will rise again, the ashes no longer bound to fate
The tears of centuries long forgotten will cascade down a waterfall
But in that timeless eternity spent, there is one thing that remains to date
That love and companionship, the real powers of this world
Will never, ever fall
For even in the darkest hours, in the coldest corners of the world
They will provide both the joy of warmth and peace of light
Their hallowed call to all who remember them unfurled
Shall give unrelenting strength to those who choose to fight
Victory is never quickly achieved, it is an ever bloody battle
The swords of one side clash with the sabres of another
The wars fought for figurative greed and power over the rabble
We shall fight against the bitter fangs of the night
For we are more than friends, my brother.
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