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The Prophecy of Blood

Warmblood now a bloodborne death,
Will rob your body of its breath.
Mark your skin, and seal your fate.
The Underland becomes a plate.


Turn and turn and turn again.
you see the what but not the when.
Remedy and wrong entwine,
And so they form a single vine.


Bring the warrior from above
If yet his heart is swayed by love.
Bring the princess or despair,
No crawlers care without her there.


Turn and turn and turn again.
you see the what but not the when.
Remedy and wrong entwine,
And so they form a single vine.


Those whose blood runs red and hot,
Must join to seek the healing spot.
In the cradle find the cure
For that which makes the blood impure.


Turn and turn and turn again.
you see the what but not the when.
Remedy and wrong entwine,
And so they form a single vine.


Gnawer, human, set aside,
The hatreds that reside inside.
If the flames of war are fanned,
All warmbloods lose the Underland


Turn and turn and turn again.
you see the what but not the when.
Remedy and wrong entwine,
And so they form a single vine.