Empty sands as the dusty wind blows,
Fighting for every inch,
My precious brother, Raine.
He wields his demon blade,
To defend the weak,
And his brothers.
Holding fast to depression,
And holding secretly to his,
Love and will to protect those he cares about.
Now, as the revolution burns ever brighter,
Let us cast aside our pride,
And fight to protect those we love and need.
So, I will follow my brother's footsteps,
And take up his blade,
And fight for the world he dreamed of.
When one dies,
Let the other follow,
And forever act as brothers should.
We are Brothers, stand or fall.














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