Bound to a rock
As the lamb stares in shock
Afraid of what may unfold
Something comes into view
As he's stirring the brew
What is the thing that the Servant holds
It looks like a child
From a mother defiled
A withered body with a demon's face
Lowered into the pot
Within seconds the spot
Has a figure standing in its place


Flesh of the Servant
Blood of the Foe
Bone of the Father
The pot starts to glow
Now they behold
He is restored
Words once foretold
The rising of the Dark Lord

Standing like a ghost
To his legions he boasts
As he looks at the prisoner with spite
He has waited so long
For the weak to be strong
He has prepared to finish the fight
His strength he will show
When he murders the doe
The first step of securing his rule
The time has come now
And with a final bow
The two champions are ready to duel

The warriors clash
And the lamb is outmatched
It seems the wicked have claimed the day
With an unseen spell
Evil's sins are expelled
And attack him in the melee
Now the lamb flees the land
With his brother in hand
Barely surviving the master's might
He knows what's in store
That the second war
Will an even more savage fight

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