Of gold that gleams, of silver that shatters,
A realm of mortals, a world full of shadows.
A gift bestowed, a time that is borrowed,
A seed must be sowed, a strike to be sorrowed.
Unveil the smoke to a world that is cloaked,
Near a well at the end sits seven streams to defend.
Nine trees of wisdom and the darkness of light,
Chaos will come for all those that fight.
A true death and a love that is bound,
By fate and fortune and all nine realms.
Taint and trials, cruelty and lies,
The Gods must fall before all can rise.
