Ballad 78 or A Thousand Psychic Wars, a prophecy by Edolom the Wise
Hear ye, hear ye, people of Luxael, hear ye,
For what I am about to say, none is ready!
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Psychics revolting around, can you hear them march?
Far too long have they endured watching you all botch
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Their might that none could ever surpass, for you all
Are inferiors to them; now I shall watch you fall,
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Beneath the hands of the people you maltreated,
Underneath the might of sorcery unsheathed.
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Witness how you all fall in their hands easily,
And observe as this battle ceases only when
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A child, he that comes from the womb of a psychic
Emerges bellow those hundreds of hay and stick,
Born from a father who never once used magic
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And unite Luxael, our land, once and for all!
For only then will they say, "The king has arrived!"
每周推薦票狀態
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榜單 
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