[Kir:]
I tried to run, I heard them going away,
I know they will wait for me.

But for eyes to shine and blood to merge:
The raising of a buried land, claims a marked hand.

[MC Jabber:]
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[Kir:]
I saw a marked man among their crowd,
Will he wait for me?

So for eyes to shine and blood to merge:
The raising of a buried land claims a marked hand.