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Nine Lords gave their final breath,

Nine were taken by the stain,

Nine Lords died the second death,

And only I remained.


Long they lingered in time-lost tombs;

Now at last, the Tenth returns, 

To seal the shadow that consumes,

And re-forge a Light that ever burns.


The strong shall stand, heads held high,

Despite the Darkness drawing near,

When Iron shines before the blight,

The Dark will quake with fear.


Sorrow-forged from kindred slain,

Gold it blazed with heart-ache’s flame.

Now begins its second reign:

Our brightest Iron will rise again.


- The Second Forging // Lord Saladin