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!"