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He's watching, the seer of time who writes
History as it all unfolds. Ageless. Forever
He'll be there. Eyes of the world didn't see
The warning. Man of the robes arrived at his
Step hungry for power of the highest might
Fear has risen, fear to turn the page, to
Write what is next in the book of time
Into the past, pre-cataclysm, came the man in
Robes, a traveler in time. These are the days
The kingpriest lived in the holy land. Before
The temples bled he came to seek the arch
Mage in black. Kill and take his place. Master
Of magic he'll become. Master in the flesh.
Ruler of the tower of high sorcery
The gates shall remain closed and the halls
Empty until the day that the master of both
The past and the present returns with power
Death and chaos sweep the land. Covered
Like a desert's sand bodies lie in shallow
Graves. Winds dusting like rippled waves
Ruins of what used to be. Fortresses
Scattered in debris. The tree of life has been
Decayed by a soul who has betrayed
A mountain fell crushed the holy land.
Behold the tides of blood a new sea is rising.
Now it's time overthrow the gods. Fight the
Queen of darkness in the black abyss. A white
Cleric stands beside the black robe holding
The power. Open wide the gates, the final
Chapter - an age of despair, so it is written
In the book of time
The gates shall remain closed and the halls
Empty until the day that the master of both
The past and the present returns with power