From Hell he hath risen, the greed of man to fight:
the answer not yet given, not yet come to light.
A demon among men, now called a friend:
his time as an enemy, has now come to an end.
Now he fights off man's greed,
so at last, our land may be freed.

A creed long ago established by one,
a greed known by all, but fought only by some.
A king, a knight, a war fought for years,
and a light far from sight, may at last be made clear.

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