A raven to me, Spoke to me in my dream. A long lost prophecy, A legacy.
Echoes of yesterday, Won't let these dreams fade away. All the beauty I adored, the edge of the world.
Across the universe, Time is to reversed. No shelter can be found, To this fate, we are bound!
Behold the final hour, The last times will dour. All life falls into gorge Of the end of the world!
\"Burning skies On the vengeance night. Devastating Of the ancient Light.\"
I saw the might, Of the ancient And the beauty of the perishing world, Theres no tomorrow. We have been
\"The sky's bird struck fire, Made a flame flare up. north wind burnt the clearing. The north-east quite consumed it: It burnt all the trees to ash and reduced them dust.\"