Now comes the time,
when past and present intertwine
And the dealing of those that should be dead walks unsure,
So hold onto a tempered darkness as magic wield it’s self in hand,
Will forever be the one who can,
Bring the one with unyielding eyes,
Never to looked surprised,
As her mask slips away,
They will sleep behind the hay,
For the eyes of gold,
Will unfold
And with his eerie chant,
Will bring the fox into the utter mix
In the end,
Time at present will be past at heart
With love being on the butching cart
The one of four will never know
What they have been told
Secrets do not lie
As the sorcerer will surly die
With the demon running towards the kill
When the fox is frozen like a deer
So will live the one forgotten
To bring about the end of nothing