Brisingr

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Brisingr
A sword of flames
Intended to defeat Galboratorix
With the impregnable blade

Murtagh and Thorn
Pawns in a game
Stuck as puppets
Under their true name

Oromis dead
Only Glaedr remains
Connected through the heart
But destroyed: all the same

Fire spreads
All too quickly
Through Alagaësia
The land of destiny

Through the gates
Of Urû'baen
To smote the dark king
Until only dust remains

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