Prophecies of the world of Mundus

[Solivagus]

In the fith age,

There'll come a mage,

Different from any other.

With staff and sword he'll rule his land,

He'll have neither sister nor lover.

 

This man we need,

So we've decreed,

To bring balance to the world.

Without him all the lands are doomed,

Into stagnation hurled.

 

Though you may,

Well try to slay,

This one that you all need,

Dark and light will watch him and,

Protect him from your greed.

 

Hear, hear, hear,

And learn to fear,

The power of the gods.