Can you translate this poem?
"Warmblood born a blood born Death
Will rob your body of its breath
Mark your skin,seal your fate
The Underland becomes a plate
Turn and turn and turn again
you see the what but not the when
Remedy of wrong entwine,
And so they form a single vine.
to know the complet poem and more, read GREGOR & THE CURSE OF THE WORMBLOODS!