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Prophecy of Time
The war has been declared,
Your ally been ensnared.
It is now or it is never.
Break the code or die forever.


Time is running out,
Running out
Running out.


To the warrior give my blade.
By his hand your fate is made.
But do not forget the ticking,
Or the clicking, clicking, clicking.
While a rat's tongue may be flicking,
With its feet it does the tricking,
For the paw and not the jaw,
Makes the Code of Claw.


Time is standing still,
Standing still
Standing still.


Since the princess is the key,
To unlock the treachery,
She cannot avoid the matching,
Or the scratching, scratching, scratching.
When a secret plot is hatching,
In the naming is the catching.
What she saw, it is the flaw,
Of the Code of Claw.


Time is turning back,
Turning back
Turning back.


When the monster's blood is spilled.
When the warrior has been killed. (And the warrior's role fulfilled.)Revised for Lizzie
You must not ignore the rapping,
Or the tapping, tapping, tapping.
If the gnawers find you napping,
You will rot while they are mapping
Out the law of those who gnaw,
In the Code of Claw.