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Three children above the sun strike down in their fun

Three champions born of craft and carve war upon the land graphed in large

One of one seeks defiance, power, and nothing

Two of two seek non-compliance, the growing flower, and something

And when at last when they all clash their war shall not be over till the world is caked with ash

Yet even then they’ll rise again in holy guided defense 

A brutal resurrection from the buried grave will ensure the lands protection

So many will die following champions sent from high