Iced EarthThe Revealing

The Revealing comes, now that he's thirteen Told of his coming trials, what is meant to be Told the arts of the ancients for the mother's sake Time manipulation, and of shifting shape He is held on high, minions flock to him Told of the birth in fires, this boy messiah Told the arts of the ancients for the mother's sake Time manipulation, and of shifting shape
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