Demons rise and spread
Chaos reigns and grace does fall
Hard times breed strong men
Strong men face the tide
Evil devours our children
Darkness rolling in
Sharpened by hardship
The brave cut through endless strife
Strong men make good times
Good times bring bounty
Light spreads to banish the dark
Hope fills us once more
Progress follows strength
Yet progress dulls tradition
Good times breed weak men
Weak men love comfort
Clinging to their soft cradles
Averse to challenge
The cycle renews
Our moral compass broken
Weak men make hard times
Hard times show us truth
The weak unready to hear
The strong rise again
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