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Let no man breach the gate to this most blasphemous of halls

Lest bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reap

He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call

For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep..

The monastery stood towering above the ruined city

It shadowed all the new emerging settlements and homes

To look down on the ruins was to sympathize and pity

All the suffering and heartache, all the graves and broken bones

For buried there a testament to the evil of a queen

A misery that spread across a weak and stricken land

The crimson birth that swamped the earth in dark and deadly dreams

And all mankind did bow beneath the power of her hand