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