A came to me, Spoke to me in my dream. A long lost prophecy, A forgotten legacy.
Echoes of yesterday, let these dreams fade away. All the beauty adored, At the edge of the world.
Across the universe, Time is to reversed. No shelter can be found, To this fate, we are bound!
Behold final hour, The last times will be dour. All life falls into gorge Of the end of the world!
\"Burning skies On the night. Devastating scythe, Of the ancient Light.\"
I saw the Of the ancient Light! And the beauty of the perishing Theres no tomorrow. We have been warned.
\"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 to dust.\"