| Let no man breach the gate
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| To this most blasphemous of halls
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| Lest bitterness and chaos be
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| the harvest they wouldst reap
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| For he must never become a slave
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| To this Child’s beck and call
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| For she must never waken
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| From her Crimson Sleep…
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| The monastery stood towering
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| above the ruined city
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| It shadowed all the new
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| Emerging settlements and homes
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| To look down on the ruins
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| Was to sympathize and pity
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| All the suffering and heartache,
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| All the graves and broken bones
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| For buried there a testament
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| To the evil of a queen
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| A misery that spread across
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| A weak and stricken land
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| The crimson birth that swamped the earth
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| In dark and deadly dreams
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| And all mankind did bow beneath
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| The power of her hand |