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Through wood and darkened mire,

The wolf hunts alone

To chase the child of time,

To trace a trail that none can find

A face he does not know,

A memory lost in shadows grey

Rumours swirl and blur the path

Yet destiny will light the way

Lost in the wild of the north

Praying the girl with ashen-hair will come forth

Child of time, daughter of mine

Come forth from the shadow in which you hide

Lost across an endless sea

Take up the mantle of prophecy

Long is the path I must ride

Lead me through the mist, guiding light

Visions of horrors will show him the way

Dark elven warriors with black-frosted blades

Echoes of spells ripping through time and space

The Tedd Deireádh calling her into the fray

Child of time, daughter of mine

Come forth from the shadow in which you hide

Lost across an endless sea

Take up the mantle of prophecy