| Iras:
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| When I regained consciousness, I could see Dargor
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| And around him a mantel of snow
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| Oh, friends of the beloved lands… We had survived
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| Though racked with pain I called for the precious magic book
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| I opened it and immediately realized how lucky we were
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| Only a few pages were missing
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| Those glorious words written by an angel
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| Were there before my mortal eyes
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| This was a sight I had lived my whole life
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| Hoping one day to see…
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| King Uriel:
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| All the divine wisdom of the angels
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| Was contained in those ancient pages
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| Tired and weary they came upon the village of Nairin
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| On the eastern side of the White Mountains
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| Home to the little elves… There they could rest
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| And Iras, after being cured by the elves' magic arts
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| Could finally examine the mysteries of Erian’s work
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| But what he discovered in doing so, he never expected
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| Erian’s words were not only completely clear
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| But they were tragic and prophetic as well
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| A revelation of angels…
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| ARCANA MALA DICTA
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| ARCANA MALA DICTA
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| ARCANA MALA DICTA
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| ARCANA MALA DICTA |