" The tides of the world
Woven as we decreed
The Romulian seed
Lives its age of Gold
Woven as we decreed
The Romulian seed
Lives its age of Gold
But their covetous greed
will bring ruin foretold
To us Deities of old
They would do well to plead..."
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