Beforehand 2: The Prophecy

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A battle is on its way.
It is coming closer, closer,
As the stars will slay the wind,
And the sky will fight the roots.

She stays, locked up, The Lost-One,
She stays, hidden away, The Fake-One,
She stays, unknowing, The Lord,
Of the dangerous world outside.

She leaves, she runs,
With an army right behind,
Wind determination in her heart,
A leader, a fighter.

The Lord will win the war,
If the Fake-One remains hidden,
Remains hidden,
The Lord will slay them all.

I predict it all,
I know that he will bring her back.
I know it all,
I predict she will save her, save her.

Vicious claws and savage fangs,
Guilt and growling.
Whatever the Fake-One says,
The Lord will return one day.

Whatever the Fake-One says,The Lord will return one day

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