myth
When evil comes
And sit upon the thrown
Beware of their red marked ones
A babe will be born
Of half born blood
A golden crest
Upon the neck
Shall be blessed
With the goddess gift
The goddess crest
The star in movement
The world saved not bent.
All will be well all will be saved.
The gifted one will come.
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