Lyrics:
THE FLOURISHING WOODLAND AN UNCEASING STORM RANG THE ECHOES OF THE BATTLES OF YORE VOICES FROM A DISTANT PAST RESOUNDED OF THE ETRURIAN LINEAGE OF THE DUSK
Etrurian bodies a sword in my hand it's all I deserve Tiberine pater te sancte precor haec arma et hunc militem propitio flumine accipias
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