Fear upon the promised land,They know we are to comeArrival
Lead like lambs whose shepherd is blindFollowing trails of the
A slow descent of the midnight sun,A fall from crimson
Four there were swords, four there were menAll were them
Godless and eyelessWith a pristine wordAnd a charcoal heart.Staring down
[Part I: the Sleepers Beneath (the Prophecy)]As clouds descend from
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