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.