Mystic Orb

Above the plains the orb abides The fiend’s hole forever bound To all the dirt a light ashine The mystic wind below ‘ll pound Kind rush to rock ‘ll lie Orient face to acclaim the eye Sword in hub cuts in tie To all a kind amiss a bye A turn of time the order round The Kin in call a limb accord Tree ‘ll sway a thorn found Grass ‘ll rise to seal the board. Will descent and take the place A complete state unite again Kindred peace all ‘ll trace The apex end by all ‘ll gain