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These realms belong to us. No invasion this, our endless march, No conquest driven by greed or malice. This is the light pushing back the darkness, And it can end only one way. In war. This is us taking back that which is ours. Once, these foul lands were whole. Some were paradises, and we, the blessed. Since the coming of the Dark Ones, They have been ruined. Corrupted. Ravaged. Still we cede them not. We walked that path, once. We fled, or hid away. But with the Tempest, times changed. We have won allies to our side, Storm-souled warriors sent from the heavens, Stout duardin, swift aelves, and stranger beings still. Now we light back as one, with fire, fury and faith. We heal the lands with toil, with pain, with blood. We slash and stab, gouge and tear, rip and bite. Even if we march on broken limbs, Even if the walls we raise are soon toppled. Even if we sing our songs of war with slit throats, We will fight to the last. For the Great Wheel must turn, Even if it grinds our bones to dust, Even if our rendered flesh greases its axle, Even if a river of blood stretches out behind Turn it shall, on and on, Until one generation bleeds into the next.
Warhammer Fantasy,Warhammer FB,фэндомы,Slaves to Darkness,Grand Alliance Chaos,Age of Sigmar,Cities of Sigmar,Grand Alliance Order,удалённое
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