From Lehrinas, Prophecies, Chapter 25, Verse 1-19 (unfinished), as translated from high Tsol'aa by Corrin Melithandes

The tide recedes, the centuries pass,

The young grow old, time forgets.

Silence listens, dark creates.

The world itself's a looking glass,

The numbers break from finite sets.

Chance and will battle fate.

The dark tide rises once again to slaughter all who dream of light

And saints and sinners join their friends to war again against the night

And Seleucar's redemption comes to those who fight the holy fight

And all shall pay the freight of death to match their sins, however slight.

The wave of dark shall strike again, and all shall bow in terror.

The mad, cold ones who fought before

Are Masters of the darkness still

And never shall they find their rest

Unless this power is invoked:

First, the heroes must take heed

And arm themselves full strong for war

And then must venture nobly forth

To find the Dark World's glowing door

To save the soul of Sapience's light

They must recover -