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have you seen the high moon of unknown tribes? defiant, it sings them out of the kingdom of night. before all war we wander within the scorched forest. the paths taste of ash even the sacred watercourses have frozen in an ashen fall. upon those frightening stakes descending out of the blue depths the dew lies untouched. it weeps for us and their silence is endless... as the silence of the gods. what do you know of freedom?