Death to fire, dine or drown

Precious air and falling sand

The army sleeps in silence

The mirror holds twelve

Find the iron scepter’s twin

The maze holds the key.

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A likely grave - air, sand, flames, dine or drown,

(To find the just one's tomb, survive your death)

And sleeping army wakes for gentle sound.

The twelve enshrine'd in glass shall never rest.

Steal scepter's twin. In maze, the key is found.