From the mist he shalt come
And come he shall
For when he doth appear
All will die
None will breath
None will bleed
None will scream
The Hero shall slay you all
Anktu and hektaru alike
You'll all be dead
And the world will be mine

Enjoy your pitiful lives, for your Final Deaths are near.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Scarlatan, in the year 269 AF.