When the Lore is bruised and broken,
Shattered like a blasted tree,
Then shall Herne be justly woken,
Born to set the Herla free.
On his brow a leaf of oaken,
Changeling child shall be his fate.
Understanding words strange spoken,
Chased 의해 anger, fear, and hate.
He shall flee o'er 언덕, 힐 and heather,
And shall go where no deer can,
Knowing secrets dark to Lera.
Till his need shall summon man.
Air, water, earth, and fire,
All shall ease his 쓴, 쓰라린 pain,
Till the elements conspire
To restore the Island Chain.
First the High Land 잔디 shall flower,
As he quests through wind and snow,
Then he breaks...
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