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"Modeerf" awaits!,
My weary beast!
Tonight,
on prey, we feast.

Modeerf is built with
cement from their bones.
Still they crave
the infection of conflict

Still my grey-white castle grows
and I am tired.
Noisserpo, my friend,
tomorrow we will finish another war.

Those foolish creatures,
will they never learn?
Hah!
They are backward