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The Prophets Wait
For We Know when Our time comes
We've Seen it comming
The weak Point Where we shall rise
and take hold

The balance is about to break
Light Via's for the darkness
Wishing it to be gone
But Like Fools Rushing to there Own Death
They Dont think about there action
With Out the darkness We shall never Know Light
Our Own Will fall Upon Brother and sister
Wish the Best for them Selves
But We prophets Are Unheard
For our Knownlage Is Thought to be tainted
Yet We are the only ones who still see clearly

The Gods Would never have left the Dark
If we did not need to know it.
for the Things The prophets of the light have seen
Ready to take there brothers Places
Know No Simpathy for Mortals
Nor the value of our existance
They Will see our Death
Made flesh, as We will to there Forefathers
So Hear me Foolishg Crusaders
Know Your battle is already lost
For the Dark ones who rise to replace those you fell
Shall Devour Your Children, Your Kin, and Your Soul
Those who Think me a lair, Who think me False
Shall be the last to fall sadly.
For the darkness would rather Have its Assult be Unseen.