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Wizards of the world
Have gathered clandestine
To end the terror reign with
A force of their design

A foe to equal Angelsbane
Must come from the same womb
So they must find his mother
And she'll birth the tyrant's doom

A task is laid upon
A chosen few and brave
In the woods they find
Her corpse without a grave
The rotten flesh is then divided
In nine equal parts
Magickal transfiguration
And nine new lives start

Nine souls materialized
Nine souls now given life

Collectively they stand
To kill the demon's son
When they reach the age
Of twenty years and one
Until that day they're hidden
In the wizards' towers
Where they learn their fate
And to master their powers

But the Fiend God intervenes
Tells his son of them
"In your chalice you will see
The ones you must condemn"
Angelsbane he searches every
Corner of the earth
To find his cursed and long lost mother
And brothers by birth

Nine ones to bring the light
Nine ones still they must hide
Nine ones their sacred plight
Nine ones to win the fight

Sight my chariot, burning through the air
Night skies carry it, to the serpent's lair
Hark! My chariot, mighty thunder roar
Mark nine carrions, on the ocean floor

Die on the floor of the Sea
Along with the hope of the free
Nine you were once now you're none
The end of your world has begun!

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