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The Prophecy of Ten Thousand
A people screaming in agony, their cries fill the air
Eyes once full of hope, will shedding tears of despair
All that they've ever known will be dead
With fire surrounding them, Armies of peace turned to dread
All that they've ever loved will be dead
All that they've ever dreamt will be dead
Yet there's will be glint of hope if the chosen can survive
In secret, the ten thousand will hide
East in the far mountains, the chosen bide their time
Waiting the clouding, their strike for mankind
Their temples will burn, Their streets will be soaked with blood
Heed this prophecy and destiny will be done
There is a glint of hope if the chosen can survive
In secret, the ten thousand must hide
East in the far mountains, the chosen must bide their time
Awaiting the clouding, Their strike for mankind
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The Prophecy of Ten Thousand
