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Filip Rosenqvist

In the realm of Katuradan a klennonao is not merely a fighter but a soldier in war. This particular soldier stands alone in the aftermath of the horrible war brought upon the land by the evil queen on San. The poets say thus: Winds blowing down from San, cold and clenching Rattles the grass of Bell-Tumi, intimidating, dreadful and cold The poets make of it great poetry, the singers sing endlessly The harp never sleeps, the audience ever thirsty Hooves trampling mud, blades tasting blood Glory fallen Darkness revealing its true self Courage praised, victory ever sung to But who remembers the fallen ones? Tribes shattered, shields broken, heroes brought down, beasts slain Honour, glory The sun bleaching their bared skulls Widows crying, children screaming, men weeping Lands conquered, crowns gathered Thrones crushed Glory of men in the highest What a loss

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