

Prophecy of a lost realmThe darkness holds a roseProphecy of a lost realm
That is given to humanity This very rose is the key to are sanity We shattered this like a window
And are now upon the bridge
That shall take us down to hell
The trials are many
Are hope lies
In the grasp of an innocent Her feet shall dance across the sands Leaving chaos in her wake But as light is born from dark So peace is born from destruction
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I will be the God of Death once again, but right now, I need some sleep. - Duo Maxwell
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