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Burning buildings light the night with cold.
People dying all around us, we fall.
But whom this annhilation hath hold?
To this unearthly demon we now call.
We arise from the cold and the dying.
Boldly we approach this eternal night.
And though we are mortal we keep trying.
To fight our battle and reach the great light.
Thrown back into eternal night, some are.
Many are losing hope and fall into black.
Some rise again, and the blackness they mar.
With our golden swords, we bravely fight back.
Not for our lives, but for others we fight.
Hoping to rid of this eternal night.
The night war - Nan__d_Chaser
NUMA is a shell
Lets no light in, no light out
But still there is heat
