Upon those hills so tall,
will be my final fall.
Foreign friends will heed the call.

One of prophecy, on my left.
One of wisdom, on my right.
Protecting Rose's might.

We'll fight and die,
beneath bright sky.
Around us, corpses lie.

Vengeance in full form.
Seas behind me storm,
announcing Rose's swarm.
From here, new day is born.

There we three will bleed.
Victorious in defeat.
Foolish enemies will bleat.

Prophecy falls first,
Wisdom falls last.
I, but a footnote past.
Defiant to the last.

We don't survive,
to see First day.
The few who do,
for us will pray.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Miraman, in the year 863 AF.