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When the first saint dies everyone sings a mournful dirge of sorrow and tears.<br> But their song of suffering has only just begun.<br><br>When the saints die, we are their requiem. We are the apocalypse and it's heralds.<br>In our right hand we hold conquest and war.<br>In our left famine and death.<br><br>Before us stand our armies to whom we bestow the right to dispense our power at will.<br>Our foes do not fall before us in battle, but as they flee in terror.<br><br>If you are foe flee. Flee before the requiem as its terror rolls across the land. If you are our ally, become a dispenser of this power, equals with those who serve us in all enterprizes, for it is our allies who will reap the fields watered with the blood of our foes.<br><br><br> We are the Requiem. The Requiem of Saints. The death song of the protectors of our foes.<br><br> Fear us. <br><br> Join us. <br><br> Or perish before us.
