The death of one does wake a Clan to war
Erase the chance to maintain unity
They hope to kill, avenge with death of more
The Tarenti show animosity
And hope to slay the Shadow entity
Yet calmer heads arise and do prevail
These clans desire survivability
And those who wish to end them do entail
The Iron Throne attacks, we die if we shall fail

The Tarenti mistrust their old allies
As smells of blood cling to the Arconae
But truce does stay the rage for now time flies
The Iron Throne hates us to our dismay
Though hate is strong this war can not delay
The Brotherhood whose blood is spilt must fight
But when the Grandmaster sees his last day
Who is to say that Tarenti with spite
Can stay back and forgive?  Will their vengeance be right?

Furios
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