| Scarlet, foreboding, deadliest of signs
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| The dawn drips blood on the day of doom
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| The stars above, they flicker threatening to fall
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| Dreaded sense of fear consuming us all
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| The stars they paint pictures in the night time sky
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| Those who watch, with trepidation, rightly recognize
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| A foul formed misalignment, this can be no lie
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| A morbid prediction of our impending demise
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| Erdath — End of days
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| Erdath — Eiireann drowns
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| The sun boils as the tides turn
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| The seas rise as the winds howl
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| Fires rage from the Earth below
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| The land sinks into the waves
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| The fires of destruction relentlessly it burns
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| As it licks the western ocean with it’s savage red tongue
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| A catastrophic conflagration sweeps across the land
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| Devastating touch of fates all consuming hand
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| In caves on mountain summits we must endure
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| Rebirth of mankind in the druid’s hands
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| Knowledge gathered since the dawn of days
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| A legacy of hope for those who have survived
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| Held upon the day that will surely come
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| When the lands arise from beneath the waves |