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Nine daughters rise as the high gods fall in line,
As fate's own threads compel their steps through grand design.
When the owl-born mind is bound, the sun and beauty shall fail,
The sea and war shall clash while none can tip the scale.
Bound hearts shall break and mend as truth and shadow align,
When blood is sworn and death bestows a final sign,
Till all must stand as one, or Olympus and Tartarus fall to Chaos divine.