of n
in two thousand eleven
twenty eighth of march

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Mighty warrior, rush!
Wield your sword to the weak's defense
Slay this horde come abound.

When sin's horn blows to damn
Yours swallows grief as darkness flees
When sunlight breaks at dawn.

Unrelenting unpeace
Fell by his horn of salvation-
Calling forth rejoicing.

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fin