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Warlike visions take shape between dark flames,

As in a dream the prediction begins to speak.

Spirits dance.

As once, no one will stand.

A crimson dusk turns iron into rust,

The remains are carried away, like dust.

Now I know the prophecy of war!

Circle of stones,

With crows above, omen of woe!

From earth's womb, is born a blood-red moon.

Enemies will remember their doom!

I see the fallen King and a ruined legacy,

The dragon's curse upon the blood of his son,

While the old world is slowly gone.

His heart is strong, young, and pure.

He can return to Ur, through the Northern Star!

Now I know the prophecy of war!

Wolfhour comes!

Has fallen the last watchtower.

Broken swords and defeated knights at dawn,

Fangs bite and kill the white fawn!

This is what he saw,

Now I know the prophecy of war!

When the sun rises again, the vision comes to an end.

I see myself before the shores of the north, my sacred home!