The Prophecy

In the depths of the night, those lost will rise. A peaceful sea of sorrow, enthralled by a seed of envy. Through their death may true life maintain.
A peaceful kingdom of light and dark, guiding a world through dire times, decimated by the sky above.
Adrift with trepidation, hearts weep, light fade, darkness dispersed.
Remnant of darkness, a force awakend. Jagged hordes brought forth by drained hands. Old friends lost, the world on the brink.
An empire suppressed, lost in time. Brought forth only for the end of times.
The world scoured, the fragments collected. A woman given, darkness engulfed.
The black crow emerges, the barrier broken. From the depths come the creeping terror. Unavoidable, undeniable. Souls devoured to quench the insatiable desire.
Tendrils of destruction flow through the first city. Islands of knowledge drifting from fire black as night. Power inconceivable stolen.
At the center of power, where the land itself was split, a final stand. Nation and race without meaning. Survival and destruction. The forefathers return, their work begun.