| Hundreds of thousands of ages have passed
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| Since the dawn of the Sali’un
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| They had given the gift of the white magic
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| A resource to the lesser kin
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| Which had uplifted them from the welk and the desires of evil men
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| Yet a dark shadow arose from the east
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| Their purpose settled in blood
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| A war faring folk with technology
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| Able to diminish the powers and control the
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| Mind of the mages — they had bcome weak
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| A child is born
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| Under th sign of the morning star
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| The catalyst of prophecy
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| Im’maud’hi — Rise and restore the nature of the word
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| And like the great beast, they came from the sea
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| Legions of men chartered by the evil king
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| Come to destroy the
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| Land of the ones unamenable to he
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| And to murder the golden son of the old prophecy
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| They set fire to the homes
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| And salted the fields
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| Raped the mothers and daughters
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| Shed the blood of the men
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| Enslaved their sons
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| And stolen their wealth to do Ik’thran’ithul’s will
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| A great presence had overtaken one of the guard
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| «This child is mine, now save him and take him afar»
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| And so they erected their obelisk
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| Claimed the lands for their own
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| But the son of the morning
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| Had been given a new home
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| Seven years had come and gone
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| The boy safe in his new home
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| Unawares of his past — Everyday he would ask
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| The questions that answers would never be known
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| And his days were spent learning the tongue of the king
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| Tending the fields and taking up sward
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| He was destined to be in (the) Narcillian army
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| In the midst of the night
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| An apparition appeared before he
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| Materialized from light from the hearth
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| The boy startled, fell to his knees
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| Then the master extended her hand
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| «The powers of ancients are yours
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| Go now learn with these tools»
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| Reached out with her palm and touched his head
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| Now gone — sailed away in whirlwind of shadow
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| The creative force withdrawn to the realm of the unknown
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| Disease had spread o’er the flock
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| And the folk had fallen in despair
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| Without knowing, the boy healed all
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| And raised the dead fowl
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| It’s stench wafting through the air
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| Many witnesses came to bear testimony against the boy
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| Necromancy, unknown to the people, yet punishable by death
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| Would be his fate without intervention from the ones who know
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| At last he had been made known of his story
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| His past, once blackened now brought to light
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| Ostracized from his town, destiny to overthrow the crown
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| And restore a new age of light to his kin
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| Left to focus his craft, a lone mage on the path
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| Banished to the wilderness to discover the light of the imminent dawn |