The Prophecy
A ring of brethren, three by three
Some born of earth, and some of sea
Some of wind, and some of sun
Bring now hope where there is none
The nine that live, with one to mourn
Of witch and wingless angel born
Of earth, of sea, of wind, of sun
All would fall to save but one
With the power of three by three
Protected all the brothers be
For past to change, and future mend
As time has told, and tells again
The ring of brethren, three by three
Through time and space, reveal to me
For need of that which must be done
By the many, not the one