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Woa prophecy :0

Text version: One who is Death and one who is Dead. One who is Pure yet full of dread. Music and Revenge, birds of a feather. Shattered Raith, soulless Justice; together. One who is half dead, hearted, and gone. True keys used a pawns. From darkness of Stars from whence it came, heed this warning for sickness in death shall rise again.

Wicrow! The very utterance sickens me. Had I the power in me, Power such as the glorious ones possess, I’d rid the world of these abominations. But lo, my cherished chorus! For the smite of evil Flow hides in all of us! Yes! I hear you; I hear! You say: “Not me! No- not ever!” I give unto you my praise of thy valour! Alas, there is no remedy to this ailment Not faith or belief! Not tribute or gifts!