| The flesh emerges
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| Pulled from a corpse womb
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| A scene of a mother’s fatal love for her child
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| Is drenched in the light of the blood moon
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| Whilst clutching the warmth of his legacy
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| The king weeps and then speaks to his faded queen
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| «My love, rest your soul»
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| He repeated caressing the face of a stone
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| Foretold was the price you would pay
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| If his seed were to breathe
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| The throne he would take
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| And the coldest of the fates
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| Will descend upon the land
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| Long will live the king
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| But not the same for his enemies
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| Even knowing all of this
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| The king could not resist
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| The pride that he took in his offspring
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| For this prince flesh will rip
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| A kingdom built on bones of foes
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| Through the years that would come to pass
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| Disturbing occurrences
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| The haunting of something more
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| Wretched infectious slice of grim
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| A servant reports at the king’s request
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| «My liege I’m not sure how to cleanse this soul»
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| «Do what you must» his lord insists
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| No matter the consequence
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| A crash followed by the flames
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| Interrupts the peace in the palace walls
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| His royalty rushes from his seat to be greeted by the scene of his kingdom’s
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| fall
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| «Sound the alarm, we are under siege!»
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| The frail king shouts to all
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| «Remove my son from the kingdom in secret»
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| He must not fall
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| Frantic, he collected the boy
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| And proceeded to escape through a hidden corridor
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| He instructed the prince to block all of this
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| Keep a close pace
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| And cling to your focus
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| Approaching the edge of the only land
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| The boy ever knew he is more than confused
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| But he does what he’s told
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| Proceeds into the cold with uncertainty into the unknown
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| The empire slaughtered the masses
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| Those who survived were enslaved
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| A dynasty scorned from hatred
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| That will fester until it is saved |