Empires rise, Nations fall;
No being to rule it all.
We bleed in red and black and gold
The executioner's blade our choice to mould
A cruel rainbow marred in gray ash
Man's lament delayed and deluded alas
The Beast of Prey stalks with hunger anew
Yen drove on by war of old
Our fate is ours and ours to forge
And what a wondorous tale we sought
Slick with blood and dark with grudge
A fly in silken web of sorrow wrought
The Everman's fangs our only judge
- Primeval Phantoms
Two realms; the warring territories of Daybreak and Evernight —Trichora is the domain of cycle and sequence; of life and death; of beginning and end.