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In the halls of old, where shadows fell,
A table was laid, and the battle swelled.
The heroes of light with their swords held high,
Facing the darkness, where storms filled the sky.
Oh, rise ye spirits, of the ancient land,
Guide us through night with a gentle hand.
For the war between good and evil’s cry,
Echoes in the heavens, where the stars don’t lie.
On one side stood, with a burning flame,
The warriors of light, with no fear or shame.
Their hearts were pure, their souls were bright,
Against the dark forces that sought the night.
Oh, rise ye spirits, of the ancient land,
Guide us through night with a gentle hand.
For the war between good and evil’s cry,
Echoes in the heavens, where the stars don’t lie.
But shadows crept in with a whisper cold,
The demons and darkness, with hearts of old.
Thunder and chaos filled the barren ground,
Yet the light would not yield, nor would it bow down.
In Turkish lore, where the myths were born,
The battle rages on, torn and forlorn.
For every evil, there’s a light that’s pure,
And for every wound, there’s a love that will endure.
Oh, rise ye spirits, of the ancient land,
Guide us through night with a gentle hand.
For the war between good and evil’s cry,
Echoes in the heavens, where the s