Vanamersfort will once more rise,
just as the power of light dies;
the Sword of Light will have a new master,
as the Powers of Darkness begin to grow faster.
His eyes shall show the power within,
and his battle with darkness will begin;
his rage inside will go off the scale,
as the ground and wind begin to wail.
The Powers of Darkness will begin to scorn,
and the Eyes of the King shall be reborn;
the heart of a princess he will win,
as his power tramples over sin.
To his crown and sword hope shall cling,
as the bells of Vanamersfort begin to ring;
the forces of darkness will begin to moan,
and the one true king shall take the throne.

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