When plagues run rampant
When leaves of the lotus fall
When the golden lords are gone
When a Dragon enters the brawl.
...
There was a scream in the dark
And ashes were what they became
His breath laced with fire
He holds the power of flame
...
A coiled viper
A deadly blight
When the wilds cry out
He wields Nature's toxic bite
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They scream at the sound of thunder
For the dark clouds receive a new form
The skies strike down the wicked
And he shows them the power of the storm
...
A gust of cold air
Winter delivers a bitter chill
His foes frozen in time
The ice bends to his will
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A Stormy Rage
A Flaming Bane
A poisonous Blight
And a Winter of Frozen Pain.
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It has been written by fate
When all has been slain
When all the land is in ruins
Only Chroma will remain.