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Prophecies - To Dream of Blood
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Quelle	Shepherd
Objekt	Erciyes Fragmente und Clans
Kapitel	11. Die Sünden des Blutes
	Prophetisches: Auch unter den 13 wird es Opfer geben.
Through the looking glass
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-|target=Erciyes Fragmente,Camarilla,Prophezeiung,Das Rote Auge,
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 |chapter=Die Sünden des Blutes
-|description=Prophezeiung über das Zerbrechen der Camarilla, den Ostküstenkrieg und Das Rote Auge.
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-Five hundred years will seven be<br>
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-Joined<br>
-Ruling in defiance of angels<br>
-Seeking unity among the damned.<br>
-Beware the Cainite who so forgets<br>
-His Curse
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-As to dream of mortal harmony.
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-For all his cities shall become ash<br>
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-And all his dreams shall be<br>
-scattered to the winds.<br>
-Behold. A new enemy attends him<br>
-Now<br>
-The childer of his arrogance:<br>
-Twice dead, thrice born, hungry for<br>
-death.
-Nurtured on devoured souls,
-Savoring war as sustenance.
-So let the ancients fear the
-young.
-And gird themselves about
-with laws
-In weakling efforts to defend
-their souls.
-You cannot save yourselves, you
-foolish kings.
-<span style="color:#eee;">You cannot stop the coming storm,<br/>
-or even halve its rage.<br/>
-Mere words cannot repress the<br/>
-hatred<br/>
-Which courses through a thousand<br/>
-youngling hearts.<br/>
-Nor quiet the temptation of your<br/>
-blood</span>
-<span style="color:#ccc;">Thick with its age and strength,<br/>
-and cold with power.<br/>
-The ancient war, all but forgotten,<br/>
-Stirs afresh.<br/>
-Your blood is the new battlefield<br/>
-And even those whom you have<br/>
-Cursed to save yourselves<br/>
-Shall break free of their bonds at<br/>
-last</span>
-<span style="color:#999;">And feast upon your souls in<br/>
-ecstasy.<br/>
-Behold, allies abandon their<br/>
-station<br/>
-And twisted bloodlines clamor<br/>
-from without.<br/>
-Threatening precarious unity.<br/>
-Then shall that black crown which<br/>
-is so reviled</span>
-Sit on the most beloved brow<br/>
-And the harmony of seven be rent<br/>
-at last<br/>
-Not from without its proud walls,<br/>
-but from within.<br/>
-Thus do angels triumph over<br/>
-all.
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-I strayed into the Well of
-Night, where visions gather,
-And there I saw a star set in
-the heavens
-Scarlet as blood, clear as souls
-Bright as the forbidden sun.
-By its side a crimson moon rose.
-The sabered crescent, razor-sharp.
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