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20 August 2024

  • curprev 01:5801:58, 20 August 2024Hailmur talk contribs 1,987 bytes +1,987 Created page with "Category:Music <ic>Written by Protectorate Rile, in the position of High Bard of the Empire.</ic> <song> The Empire grows. The Empire grieves. Each territory we gain Is parcelled out in battlefields; each border drawn in pain. New lands bring in new burdens. Old lands traded leave new scars. The Empire grows, the Empire grieves, as constant as the stars. Our map is stained with bile and venom, blood and sweat and tears, The mud and dust and ash and weight of ne..."