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In the aftermath of the Worshipper Schism forming at Daemonheim, the death of Aegus' lover Karme led to an attack on Aegus' bunker by Pyralis.  It is unknown for sure whether or not Aegus or Pyralis escaped, but both are presumed dead.

The song was written by someone who had stumbled across the bunker, aware of what had occured before the final duel.

Lyrics

Mine eyes have seen the bloodshed of the coming of the Lords;

Two brothers in the name of love struck where her body stored;

Death struck down all six with his terrible swift sword:

The truth is marching on.


Prathos, Prathos, Raghnarra!

Prathos, Prathos, Raghnarra!

Prathos, Prathos, Raghnarra!

The truth is marching on.


I have seen the Zealots riding on their mounts in due haste,

Crossing by the chariots upon the dusty ashen wastes;

The Reforged riding with his rubied sword at waist:

The Empire is marching on.


Prathos, Prathos, Raghnarra!

Prathos, Prathos, Raghnarra!

Prathos, Prathos, Raghnarra!

The Empire is marching on.


Death had wet fresh blood right upon his quill,

With the death of a lover, many's fates were sealed,

The Woman born a man found dead in the field,

Vengeance marching on.


Prathos, Prathos, Raghnarra!

Prathos, Prathos, Raghnarra!

Prathos, Prathos, Raghnarra!

Vengeance marching on.


Aegus tossed his helmet straight off to the side,

No more honour or valor, it would be his final fight,

He sought to leave the battle to mourn his fallen bride,

Blood is flowing on.


Prathos, Prathos, Raghnarra!

Prathos, Prathos, Raghnarra!

Prathos, Prathos, Raghnarra!

Blood is flowing on.


In the blood of the fallen the bodies ended with spurn,

Brute and Rider, Elite and the Guard growing worms,

In the chamber lay two bodies awaiting to be burned,

The end is marching on.


Prathos, Prathos, Raghnarra!

Prathos, Prathos, Raghnarra!

Prathos, Prathos, Raghnarra!

The end is marching on.


The Empire began to crumble in a single large shockwave,

The Sentinel watching on with a grip upon his stave,

The Schism does continue, but not here in this grave,

Their souls are marching on.


Prathos, Prathos, Raghnarra!

Prathos, Prathos, Raghnarra!

Prathos, Prathos, Raghnarra!

Their souls are marching on.

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