[Gargul the Oracle]
What a tragic mess you fools have made of this.
The soul's filled with vacancy.
You've spoiled all the crops and seed.
This was a birth, a gift. You daftly wasted it.
The dust and dirt will stain your fists.
You can't escape your own skin.

[Ahrima]
Every creation is plucked from a boundless hole of perception,
Doomed to endure flaws of its fountain.
The boy will one day cross the mountains.

[Gargul the Oracle]
And reunite this world's divided halves, fulfill their history.
This is more than divine decree, it's his destiny.

[Angels]
So please take heed of this prophecy.
Lifetimes from now there will be two chosen, bound to meet.
Inside her lock he will turn the key.
Their love will be strong enough to erase all the wrong we've done,
Return us to where we belong, with the Light and Dark as one.

[Gargul the Oracle]
One day the strands will mend.
All the torn seams and frayed ends will turn to one single thread.
The cycle will begin.
The choices he made that day, to burn down what he'd helped create.
You have made this bed, now you must sleep in it.

[Ahrima]
Every creation is plucked from a boundless hole of perception,
Doomed to endure flaws of its fountain.
The boy will one day cross the mountains.

[Gargul the Oracle]
And reunite this world's divided halves, fulfill their history.
This is more than divine decree, it's his destiny.

[Nidria]
So take heed of this prophecy.
Lifetimes from now there will be two chosen, bound to meet.
In her lock he'll turn the key.

[Nidria