One child, the king to be
Such suffering, at the hand of the one
Wisdom lost, fear prevails
Blood lust, borne from the union of evils
One future
No past
This land was lost long ago
Time has caught up, so fast
Years ago, the King saught to satisfy his lust
A witch waited for the moment of his greatest weakness
Their meeting was fate, 9 months from this date
The death of us all would arrive
One future
No past
This land was lost long ago
Time has caught up, so fast
Death runs wild
Spawned from this child
Fallen innocent souls
Hellbound
Their fates sealed
Pointless loss
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