Prophecy of the Coming
Fall from over destiny made
Coming with familiar shade
Heavily on her shoulders this
time has weighed. A queen, a
Prince, an over Lander bond,
May bring us back light
Or bring us back none. One over
Two under of royal decent
Two climbers, two runners
Of ancient lands met. One twister aside one
Lost up ahead. Seven will be left when we
Count the dead. The last to die
Must decide where they stand.
For the fate of the twelve
rests in their hands

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 01.12.2011

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