In the realm of ancient tales and legends bold,
There lies a story of a blood drop told.
A drop of crimson, fierce and bright,
A symbol of power, a beacon of might.
From the veins of heroes, it did flow,
A legend whispered where the brave did go.
In battles fought and victories won,
The blood drop shimmered beneath the sun.
A mark of courage, a sign of grace,
A reminder of the challenges they did face.
In the heat of battle, in the depths of fear,
The blood drop of the legend was always near.
So raise your swords and lift your voice,
For in the blood drop, we rejoice.
A symbol of strength, a tale so grand,
The blood drop of the legend shall forever stand.
There lies a story of a blood drop told.
A drop of crimson, fierce and bright,
A symbol of power, a beacon of might.
From the veins of heroes, it did flow,
A legend whispered where the brave did go.
In battles fought and victories won,
The blood drop shimmered beneath the sun.
A mark of courage, a sign of grace,
A reminder of the challenges they did face.
In the heat of battle, in the depths of fear,
The blood drop of the legend was always near.
So raise your swords and lift your voice,
For in the blood drop, we rejoice.
A symbol of strength, a tale so grand,
The blood drop of the legend shall forever stand.
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