When I look down on this world
(my people)
From this place Akshara
(Artoga) of the mid-guard
Serpent
I feel such pity...
For my
(our) saviour (messiah 0 is such destroyed
And your king, shackled and silenced...
There be only doom... pain and disease
... When shall we
(or could we ever?)
Rise again
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