Mark these words for 'ere too long
They shall rise upon some tomorrow's dawn.
Vashnar's mountains shall begin to quake
When the Marked One enters Ashtan's gate.
All Achaea shall tremble fearing the abyss
And the stalwart shall pray toward Sarapis.
But the Marked One, powers strong and visage dark
Bathes in the blood of the young one's hearts.
With a curved dagger born of fire and cast in gold
He walks through corpses of Templars bold.
Mark these words for 'ere too long
They shall rise upon some tomorrow's dawn.
The Templars hold, their hearts true and arms strong,
But shall they fall to the Marked One's slaying song?
The Kharon cower, their minds too weak
The Marked One cackles as they bow down to his feet.
When the forests burn and the groves retreat,
The Sentinels gather and prepare to meet.
The wicked scream and the faithful chorus
As the Marked One battles the strong arm of the forest.
Mark these words for 'ere too long
They shall rise upon some tomorrow's dawn.
Remaining Templars and Druids with Sentinels seek
To tumble the Marked One from his mighty peak.
As battle rages and the sounds of dirges grow
The victor only the Gods shall know.
The flank of the Marked One shall be exposed
When the Orbs are found as was foretold
The Marked One's fate shall be revealed
When the Wielders of the Orbs unite upon the field.
Mark these words for 'ere too long
They shall rise upon some tomorrow's dawn.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Daedalan, in the year 211 AF.