Before the world can be free
A bloom of murdered innocence shall be seen
In the woods above the anciant city of verdian
Where nine identies shall be revealed
It will come to pass that a king shall rule
But not before a leader pure of heart awakenes
And an agless warior with an ancianet
Shall guide with grace and providence
Beware , nine shall se a traitor come and go
From whence a long and bitter war will follow
And the named shall join in unity
Yet suspicion will cause disharmony
A jesture shall protect, a doubter cast a shadow
And a brave young worior will lose his soul to death
Yet none shall be victorious till a lost worrior returns
And the fearless one emerges from a journy led by light and streength
Take heed, two last worriors shall cause greef as much as good
From the midst of suspicion one shall come forth
The other seeded of evil
Yet one shall be victorious while the other victorious in death
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