The four must unite,
Cunning and Bravery, Intelligence and Loyalty;
They keep the balance among all of us.
One whom fades away from the dream, however,
Has his own idea of power.
He will only perish in the end.
There is no right way,
and there is no wrong.
Each opinion is strong and should be valued as such.
But this was different,
To the courageous Lion,
The soaring Eagle,
And the wandering Badger.
Thousands of years will pass,
And the same fight rages until it's end.
Finally, the knowledge to win the everlasting battle,
Courses through that of so many;
Three will become one and one will become all.
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