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When the moon shines bright for all to see across the land,
He shall arise from his tomb of sand,
Pain and suffering shall follow,
And all the land darkness shall swallow.
A daughter born in darkness and light,
Shall end the rein of forever night,
With the sword of everlasting flame,
She will return him from whence him came.
Once again light shall fill the land,
And he shall be buried in his prison of sand.
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