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Pt.33. - Faithheart (religion & faith & beliefs)

Oh, the Highest One, bless on the journey, guide our ways, make the swords find the right targets, curse the pagan Evil heretics,
in thee we pray, for the quest is the hardest possible, with peril sneaking behind all steps the army takes, everywhere are lurking lunatics,
madness regained control in such errant beings, now possessed, pitiful characters in Satan’s chess game, his sigil can be seen burnt in the eyes,
they start to metamorphose in atrocious creatures, vampires, zombies, mutated parodies of own selves, or will swim in brimstone fiery rivers,
blinded servants of the Chaos’ will, tormented in chains, torn apart and then put together with other person’s part of corpse, hell’s experiment,
beg for help, the cry is lost in vain, for already forty thousand years, almost an eon, tears flow to above, through purgatory to heaven as a sigh,
an angel with white wings then hearkened, sent faith back, ill fates claimed the grace once again, old beliefs emerged from the surface to keepers,
immemorial zeal resurrected, added souls to the Light’s legion, great gratitude screams from their faces, spirits, the message on the firmament,
each found its religion, no matter which, ignited the warheart of the blades, war is breaking the gates, epic revelation of two realms’ divinities,
may the Faithheart be the guardian, the leader when hope is deep in abyss of sorrow, the grand warrior marching across the plains of infinity.

Pt.34. – Phoenixheart (rebirth)

Outside it’s darkened sky, from the surface up to thousands of meters high, that you don’t even know, where the next step will thee take,
the Abyss consumed all sunrays, the black becomes the only that can be recognized, big dread comes from what used to be a shelter, mistake,
hope is nearly lost, unless a rare species of ancients arises to former glory and fame, to a glow unseen for forty thousand years, a heaven’s flare,
fiery feathers glinting with millions of colours, widely-spread wings full of majestic splendour, a king of the aerial spaces, of all flying beings,
once burnt to ashes, from which he now freshly awakes, immense magnificence, the thunderbird and eagleheart crown the prince of grandeur,
had to suffer for all the time, imprisoned in purgatory for overdone pride, cured, the tyranny underwent, again being big-headed won’t dare,
along with friends raises the troops’ morale, gleaming sign of personal change, how strong truly is, show the heroic mythological stories’ endings,
born at the beginning of us, fighting for eternity for the safety of mortals, a sinful moment has stolen him from the people’s spirits, the candour,
as a punishment burnt and meant to be a captive forever, but he managed to transform the character and vanish the vices, thus being reborn,
escaped from the claws of Death itself, the Phoenixheart, the self-resurrected, the dignity re-erected, in the Evil’s eyes a deadly thorn.

Pt.35. – Mortalheart (mankind)

Accursed kind with insatiable hunger for power and greed for wealth, easily manipulatable by evil forces, recruiting, searching for servants,
weak breed of Mother Earth, worthless warriors, as many fiends think, with lots of frailties, flesh and bones, easily breakable in two like ants,
afflicted by short life, not more than hundred years, only heroes in fairy tales are gifted more, but there’s an dormant essence slumbering inside,
it awakes right now, at the new dawn, the clash of antagonistic worlds, war of millennium, behind the scenes we can see with two humble eyes,
a chip of glass restored into a cup of wine, the existence is lengthened, still not long, but better than nothing, seize the days granted by the One,
the man is blessed by not being a prisoner of eternal eons, wars, people dying, the greatest of torments such events to witness, a decaying guide,
because of the length of allowed activity on Earth, although some of them became hell’s minions, stayed devoted to humanity, which never lies,
graveness and valiant warriors can be chosen among the army lines, deserve the honours like all Nature’s children, bad or gallant deeds done,
fragile shell, but the more vulnerable they are, the more zealously the soldiers battle, when not might in muscles, then vigor radiating ardently,
the Mortalheart caresses the angels, embraces new virtues and abilities to integrate into chain of Light as a solid link, praying frequently.

Lambda pt. – Gathering of Light...

Time is a luxury we cannot afford, so in all possible hurry and haste all thirty special Hearts have gathered and united their powers,
each got one equal unit to lead, to command, soldiers voluntarily joined the legion of Light, for honour they crusade, the sand in hours lowers,
march hard for the future of your children, of woods and lands, of love and its bittersweet taste, nothing shall end in vain, endless void,
thy deeds wilt be written with golden colour in the book of history and heroism, for the side of good-minded has to win to keep this world alive,
if not victory, then at least the Evil should be held back, behind the safe borders, where the Wicked torment themselves, fry in their own grease,
armours, weapons and all required and necessary equipment, prepared carefully, defenses respond awareness, catastrophe we should avoid,
regiments ready, army eager into combat for freedom, humanity, for the faith in the Highest One, be praised, may thy angels in here arrive,
all nations, religions, beliefs, races, reunite, forget the hostility, war against Hell and Nox, let it become from the old hatreds a release,
one Ray of Light now shines in the darkness, but more brightly than ever ere, glory, hallelujah, divine corona of the Sun, bursting energy,
hallowed be the infinite force that guides our ways, the Legion of the Righteous Ones, form a Gathering of Light, the Hearts’ synergy.

Omega pt. – War neverending...

Pentagram, the Legion of the Fallen Ones and Gathering of Light, the Legion of the Righteous Ones collide in a massacre clash,
who shall take the possession of our world, is yet a questions with many possible answers, never knowing, which is that one true, flowers or ashes,
keen blades and lion-hearted troops confronted with reckless hate and evil in its purest state, Hell’s well pouring mouldy water on the horizon,
poisoned creeks fighting with clean angelic rivers, fire and flames battling for sovereignty against defiled Abyss’ magma-black-metal ride,
many-head dragons hurling in struggle with eagles, falcons and captain Phoenixheart the Reborn, thunderclouds in melee with hurricanes,
avalanche from the tainted Frozen Hills of Glaciallia racing a deadly pursuit competition against natural icewinds, the winter’s sons,
profane warlords want to vaporize the last drops for a rainbow trying, to eliminate the stars and beauty of the universe, the romantic eventide,
jade jinx voodoo scaring innocent minds clearing the sanity and serenity like an acid eats away the dirt, here’s in work a sorcery dark-arcane,
black in white, mixing and twisting, competing for control over one another, a killed demon, an angel’s demise, delicate balance standing,
the fortune prevails from Hell to Light and back again, changes, as long as this welkin’s law rules, there shall last the war neverending...