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Staring into the cesspool below
A dark great water moans
A melancholy symphony carried in the wind
Tells to all it meets
Nothing where the story begins
A land given pure and sound
To all the people all around
Through beseechment came bloodshed
All unto the lands gift
The valleys began to flow red
Legend and prophecy tell the tale
Of a warrior to prevail
Who will carry the sword of retribution
To turn the tide of karma's wheel
A land leaving destitution
Kaleidoscopes of individual penance
Earnest powers working so immense
For those who've harmed to learn lessons
Of responsibility
From that divinely effervescent
But this prophecy is not of yet
For there lives a man with secret
Who fights in hope for the task at hand
That people may see
And pay respect to every land
A dark great water moans
A melancholy symphony carried in the wind
Tells to all it meets
Nothing where the story begins
A land given pure and sound
To all the people all around
Through beseechment came bloodshed
All unto the lands gift
The valleys began to flow red
Legend and prophecy tell the tale
Of a warrior to prevail
Who will carry the sword of retribution
To turn the tide of karma's wheel
A land leaving destitution
Kaleidoscopes of individual penance
Earnest powers working so immense
For those who've harmed to learn lessons
Of responsibility
From that divinely effervescent
But this prophecy is not of yet
For there lives a man with secret
Who fights in hope for the task at hand
That people may see
And pay respect to every land