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Ornnir

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Published: Dec 30, 2013

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You talk big
For one so small,
Puny mortal

Look at how you crawl,
Tiny and insignificant,
Upon the battlefield
You have created

Set your armies against me
I will crush them
Set your nations against me
I will burn them

You had your chance
You had your warning

Yet you pressed your luck,
How foolish!

Yet you challenge me?
Do you know who I am?

I am the icon
Of Strength
Of Ferocity
Of Power

I am ORNNIR

And you shall tremble before me

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