
The hearts of a thousand men burn with fire.
A once proud city, destroyed with the snap of a finger.
Now it burns, a pile of ash and rubble.
The world kneels in fear.
Why do you stand, when hope is lost?
Why do you stand, when so many have fallen?
Why do you stand, Men of Aelius?We stand for Strength.
We stand for Honor.
We stand for Vengeance.
We stand for Justice.
Now the fire sweeps the land,Now does the hand of The Wrathful strike,
Now the brave few make a stand,
Now do the brave few fight.
Have you no soul?Have you no heart?
Here, now, is your greatest role.Here, now, let the battle start.
When all is done, and we are gone,
Your lives will be happy, free, and long.
But in your rapture, do not forget us:
We, the Men of Aelius.
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