Brannigan Law Clara,

I wake filled with thoughts of you. Your presence and the intoxicating time we spent together just two days past have left my senses in turmoil. Sweet incomparable Clara, what an effect you have had upon my heart!

My soul aches with sorrow, and there can be no rest for your admirer; but is there still more in store for me when, yielding to the profound feelings which overwhelm me, I draw from our lips, from your heart a love which consumes me with fire? Ah! It was last night that I fully realised how false an image of you my memories keep!

Clara, dearest Clara. I know not when I will see you next. Until then, my sweetest flower, a thousand kisses; but give me none in return, for they set my blood on fire.

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Onward! Tyrran Soldiers!

Onward, Tyrran soldiers, marching as to war, with the scales of justice going on before. Tyr, the royal Master, leads against the foe; forward into battle see his banners go!

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At the sign of triumph Cyrics host doth flee; on then, Tyrran soldiers, on to victory! Hell's foundations quiver at the shout of praise; brothers, lift your voices, loud your anthems raise.

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Like a mighty army moves the church of Tyr; brothers, we are treading where others wont for fear. We are not divided, all one body we, one in law and justice, one morality.

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Crowns and thrones may perish, kingdoms rise and wane, but the maimed ones faithful, constant will remain. Gates of hell can never gainst that church prevail; we have Tyr's own promise, and that cannot fail.

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Onward then, ye people, join our happy throng, blend with ours your voices in the triumph song. Glory, laud, and honor unto Tyr the King, this through countless ages men and angels sing.

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