Ressurection
To end the blood from Darkness's demise
The path must be led from the Lynx's eyes
And fire shall be the one from dead to rise
But take heed, do not displease father time
Stranger if you are to suceed
You must make the Guardian sick
Then the Clock of Time will stop its tock and tick
For if you aren't pure of heart,
you must pay the price so do not give in to the greed
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