The Prophecy
In the Years to come, wars will rage on
Heroes and villains will live on in song.
Races will fight and borders will be
drawn. In the chaos and confusion, death will arrive, Evil's spawn.
When the stars align and the doors open, evil will come;
Quite and swiftly, powerful and deadly; only known by some.
3 will come to Ravish the land...
One will be spirit, demon and Man.
The first is here and there but not.
In the Land of Mist, his battles are fought.
Once alive, then he died. His own life he took,
His soul he gave and for a deal; signed in a book.
Years, decades and centuries can not mark the time,
The cruelty, the evil of his crime.
He will be felt near and far, but his reign will end.
4 will come, chosen one is whom the gods will send.
The man will be URSA born,
With an evil soul, he is destined to destroy, the land torn.
Picked and chosen, the monstrous mother blessed by the demon;
Death everlasting begot by the spirits semen.
Death Magic and Evil rituals, destruction and chaos he will make.
With steel of the heavens, he must be killed, for URSA's sake.
If left alive, season will change and the wheel will turn.
Returning again, to finish what was begun, the world will burn.
With a tortured soul and withering maggots, he rose from the oozing mud. Millenniums of growing, planning and fighting in the wars of Blood.
Armies of Darkness gathered to him,
The Future of URSA will be dim.
Again with magic, strength, faith and might
4 will ride forth, the demon they will smite.
by: Yakoshi(Peter)
When time is growing old the light itself will die.
The world will then in cold and shattred ruinis lie.
From out beyond the stars the Darkness will return,
Each light that now still marres the night will cease to burn.
When quenched are moon and sun, the end will come for all.
You cannot hide nor run: the gods themselves will fall.
All that in them did trust and all that's weak and frail
Will crumble then to dust. And Darkness will prevail!