No pheonix now shall rise from out the ashes of this ruin-
For the Stone has cracked that once allowed Her jeweled Rebirth-
The Gate's collapse, the Tower's crash, the final end insuing-
Still the infant dawn shall wash stains of crimson from scorched earth-

The shores awash with wreckage from the Holy fleet of Galleons-
The Gods who gave them passage 'cross the seas have fallen ill-
For vengeance, soldiers ride upon their armored stallions-
But the fields fall into the earth and take these soldiers as their kill-

A Shadow army storms this world, a Black disease chokes humans tight-
A Dark lord's castle stands above the lost holy shrine-
But heros rise from misery, their swords drawn in the moonlight-
The remnamts of the bloodstone will heal this world in time-