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The revealing comes, now that he's thirteen
Told of his coming trials, what is meant to be
Told the arts of the ancients for the mother's sake
Time manipulation and of shifting shape

He is held up high, minions flock to him
Told of the birth in fires, this boy messiah
Told the arts of the ancients for the mother's sake
Time manipulation and of shifting shape
The revealing comes, now that he's thirteen   Told of his coming trials, what is meant to be   Told the arts of the ancients for the mother's sake   Time manipulation and of shifting shape      He is held up high, minions flock to him   Told of the birth in fires, this boy messiah   Told the arts of the ancients for the mother's sake   Time manipulation and of shifting shape