One thousand years may pass, and all may still be well,
But once the temples crumble down, all will turn to hell.
Two children at the age of one will grow to save this land,
But if you stop them in their tracks all will turn to sand.
Darkness rules over day,
What else is there to say?
Beware of the evil’s blood descendent,
Only if it wears the pendant.
Though the Girl will have a curse,
It be for better it be for worse.
Though praise the male,
He might not fail.
One shall fall,
The other may call
To avenge the fallen one.
But if the call is not heard,
Rise shall the hidden third.
The Boy shall fall,
The Girl may call,
The third may be mistake
But this task is not a slice of cake.
Bells shall ring,
And Chimes may ding
Only if this land is saved.
Though this script
It may be ripped,
Our warning will get through.
All three will have pure of hearts, and all of which be true.
Alliances shall be mixed,
And therefore there shall be hidden tricks.
You have sixteen after temples crumble
Or be prepared for the Great Gods' rumble
Rains will fall,
Wash over all,
turning this land
into that sand.
The ocean formed shall never drain,
And this land will be forgot.
Few shall live, but they will train
For the day that evil will unlock.
But once the temples crumble down, all will turn to hell.
Two children at the age of one will grow to save this land,
But if you stop them in their tracks all will turn to sand.
Darkness rules over day,
What else is there to say?
Beware of the evil’s blood descendent,
Only if it wears the pendant.
Though the Girl will have a curse,
It be for better it be for worse.
Though praise the male,
He might not fail.
One shall fall,
The other may call
To avenge the fallen one.
But if the call is not heard,
Rise shall the hidden third.
The Boy shall fall,
The Girl may call,
The third may be mistake
But this task is not a slice of cake.
Bells shall ring,
And Chimes may ding
Only if this land is saved.
Though this script
It may be ripped,
Our warning will get through.
All three will have pure of hearts, and all of which be true.
Alliances shall be mixed,
And therefore there shall be hidden tricks.
You have sixteen after temples crumble
Or be prepared for the Great Gods' rumble
Rains will fall,
Wash over all,
turning this land
into that sand.
The ocean formed shall never drain,
And this land will be forgot.
Few shall live, but they will train
For the day that evil will unlock.
