Burn low oh Helios, I greet thy light and rejoice. May your fires burn bright forever. Your sister Luna sends her regards. Golden light and silver sight, leaving traces within one's mind. Scream into the night and hear the rebounds as all life resounds. LIFE! LIFE! Sing in the dusk to plants that adorn the land, to the creatures that dance in the play of existence. Gaia gives her blessing as we are her children. Our meaning is nigh, the end comes nearer. Yet shall we battle till endtimes come. FIGHT! FIGHT! We charge in battle against stagnant tides, for without change will we halt and life will have no meaning. Our lives be given to the Triat and Their balance. So tell the stories that wait in the backs of your minds because never will there be such a right time. Forgetful thoughts are of no help in the battle of imbalance. Lady Hel shall guide my hand in the strike against my enemy, the enemy of all that is. Banished from middlegrounds, striken from high, and cut from below. Nowhere to turn he shall fight and endtimes come. The dance of destruction where all will do battle. We wait in the field where so many shall die yet not. The battleground chosen where spirits hold sway, camps line ground for all time and pray. Let that from on high let loose the horn, sounding battle, the charge sweeping the neverending plain. Plain of nightmares and dreams sweet enough to tear the eyes of the coldest heart. Vanish my fears as the sound of so many footpads drown out even their roars. Head thee onward unto the lines of darkness, banes unlike any should ever see and more.  To your voice let Rage, the gift of luna. Growl at your concerns to make them die. Free your soul from its imprisonment of conduct. Relish in the battle and mayhem. Let loose the dogs of war and be Their Hound.

Scream in triumph for you have made it so far. You have found what we were meant for. Time has no meaning when one faces the battle. So rejoice!

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