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Battle formations, dead but still wandering ahead. A gigantic apparition keeps rising from a field, once coloured red from bloodshed. |
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Where the sounds of war still can be heard and the balance of nature is seriously disturbed. |
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Spectral infantry battalions marching through a freezing timeless void. Again, ghostly cavalry regiments shall ride the lands they'd once destroyed. |
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Battle formations, fog-like infantry battalions. Battle formations, marching unto an endless destination. |
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This is the sound of death; a military haunting! Battle formations, still marching ahead! Battle formations! Death! |
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Death! |