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Rivers reverse to welcome him. |
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The unnamed prince, the raven king. |
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In his red courtyard corpses swing |
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To the rhythm of the chaos that he brings with him. |
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Sky will speak to earth and stone. |
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Calculate his safe return. |
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From the sea will rise his throne. |
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Angels of mist guide his ships in. |
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All compasses are set to spin. |
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His schemes tattooed upon the skin |
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Of those who serve beneath his velvet wing. |
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Sky will speak to earth and stone. |
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Calculate his safe return. |
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From the sea will rise his throne. |
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Birds ride across the sky, circling. |
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Fingers in the trees beckoning |
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For his sweet return, the quickening. |
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Clouds paint an amulet of summoning. |
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And we will summon him. |
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And we will summon him. |
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We will summon him. |
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Sky will speak to earth and stone. |
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Calculate his safe return. |
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From the sea will rise his throne. |
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And we will summon him. |
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And we will summon him. |
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We will summon him. |
