.The halls of our keep rock with ruin and war
The walls cry and crumble, Broken the sword.
The tombs and the tomes. The world's honeycombed.
We must possess the underearth.
Down, down, down
Toll the bell, we're going to hell!
Here we seek the fruit of creation.
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