by Harshveer Jain
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the world changes.
Volcanoes rumble, Seas spew steam
and the Grounds shake
The ones who had f led
surface yet again
The Temples of Death rise,
the bonds that tie them break.
A bloodline will be lost,
A bloodline will revive,
In the dead lands shall One fall,
In the Dead lands shall One rise
Through a man shall be killed a God,
In a mortal womb a God takes life