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Scrolls unsealed by fire and breath
A prophet walks the edge of death
He speaks of weeks the world must see
Before the dawn of eternity
The First Week rose with man from clay
The righteous born in ancient day
The Second burned with blood and war
The sons of wrath knew peace no more
The Third gave light, the chosen few
A house of justice rising true
But shadows moved in weeks to come
A storm prepared, the end begun
He wrote them down with trembling hand
Each age a scar across the land
Ten weeks to the end
The world unwinds
Ten scrolls to defend
The faithful signs
The wicked will fall
The righteous ascend
Time is breaking ten weeks to the end
The Fourth brought swords upon the just
The Fifth, a house consumed by rust
In Week Six, men forget the Law
Their faces pale with holy awe
The Seventh, saints shall find their rest
While evildoers face the test
The Eighth, a sword divides the way
The truth revealed, the world in fray
The righteous few shall stand alone
Their names engraved on sapphire stone
Ten weeks to the end
The time foretold
A new age begins
The wrath grows cold
The heavens will roar
The stars will bend
Stand and believe ten weeks to the end
Woe to the kings who crush the meek
Woe to the hearts that never seek
Woe to the thrones built on deceit
For justice marches with burning feet
Ten weeks to the end
The scroll is closed
The Judge will descend
As darkness folds
The righteous will shine
The earth will mend
A new world begins ten weeks to the end
The ninth arose with justice crowned
Its trumpet shook the world around
The godless works were cast away