Against all odds you stood so tall,
Your eyes a crimson anguish barren,
Your lance, as ever, by your side,
Your minds united in your dance.
We burn your form to curse the Flame
That closed its eyes to your devotion.
Your spirit and your wings will rise
To help the living once again.
D: OM.
The first fall of K rrad
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