Here's a look at the namesake epic poem:
"The largest hill that reached the summit: here is where the warrior stands alone
Weeping into the charcoal-painted ruin of what was once the glimmering city
His once loving hand, turned away from a family of non-existent gods
And only too young to truly enjoy his love’s carnal embrace
His love, for she could not accept him in this light
All that he stood for, had been washed away by the remnants of his short time here
Turned against the hands of God, left only to fight for himself
Little did they know, they saw this all before It was not the first, and the wise one’s claim it might not be the last
Humankind is naturally this way
Last time they saw this, it ended in the spring of the year
They saw this all before, even if they..."
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