From the lowest lass, to the sons of kings
He came to them in restless dreams.

As the mystic voice had summoned them,
They search unknown forgotten lands.

Beneath the darken bowls of earth,
An ancient sect had given birth.

Within a tower of rock and stone,
A long dead truth to them was shown.

Through battles from a forgotten past,
They witness him release his wrath.

From the lowest lass, to the sons of kings,
He gave them wisdom in their dreams.