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The Prophecy of Berchán
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Siege to storm, the world will fall;
Bloodied crowns for bloodied shrouds; her broken shawl.
In Chaosʼ tomb, in Darknessʼ womb;
A soul purged from Hellʼs dying fires shall meet Heavenʼs breath.
And when the Scotsmanʼs hunger reigns supreme;
Hail Death,
And all his glories.
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