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Five hundred years will seven be<br>
Joined<br>
Ruling in defiance of angels<br>
Seeking unity among the damned.<br>
Beware the Cainite who so forgets<br>
His Curse


As to dream of mortal harmony.


For all his cities shall become ash<br>
And all his dreams shall be<br>
scattered to the winds.<br>
Behold. A new enemy attends him<br>
Now<br>
The childer of his arrogance:<br>
Twice dead, thrice born, hungry for<br>
death.


Nurtured on devoured souls,

Savoring war as sustenance.


So let the ancients fear the

young.


And gird themselves about

with laws


In weakling efforts to defend

their souls.


You cannot save yourselves, you

foolish kings.


<span style="color:#eee;">You cannot stop the coming storm,<br/>
or even halve its rage.<br/>
Mere words cannot repress the<br/>
hatred<br/>
Which courses through a thousand<br/>
youngling hearts.<br/>
Nor quiet the temptation of your<br/>
blood</span>

<span style="color:#ccc;">Thick with its age and strength,<br/>
and cold with power.<br/>
The ancient war, all but forgotten,<br/>
Stirs afresh.<br/>
Your blood is the new battlefield<br/>
And even those whom you have<br/>
Cursed to save yourselves<br/>
Shall break free of their bonds at<br/>
last</span>

<span style="color:#999;">And feast upon your souls in<br/>
ecstasy.<br/>
Behold, allies abandon their<br/>
station<br/>
And twisted bloodlines clamor<br/>
from without.<br/>
Threatening precarious unity.<br/>
Then shall that black crown which<br/>
is so reviled</span>

Sit on the most beloved brow<br/>
And the harmony of seven be rent<br/>
at last<br/>
Not from without its proud walls,<br/>
but from within.<br/>
Thus do angels triumph over<br/>
all.

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I strayed into the Well of

Night, where visions gather,

And there I saw a star set in

the heavens


Scarlet as blood, clear as souls

Bright as the forbidden sun.

By its side a crimson moon rose.

The sabered crescent, razor-sharp.

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