The Prophecy of the Destroyer

      A day will come when born will be

       Two babes whose blood will tie them.

       That born to Wing and Horn will hate

       The one they call the StarMan.

       Destroyer! rises in the north

       And drives his Ghostmen south;

       Defenceless lie both flesh and field

       Before Gorgrael’s ice.

       To meet this threat you must release

       The StarMan from his lies,

       Revive Tencendor, fast and sure

       Forget the ancient war,

       For if Plough, Wing and Horn can’t find

       The bridge to understanding,

       Then will Gorgrael earn his name

       And bring Destruction hither.

      StarMan, listen, heed me well,

       Your power will destroy you

       If you should wield it in the fray

       ’Ere these prophecies are met:

       The Sentinels will walk abroad

       ’Til power corrupt their hearts;

       A child will turn her head and cry

       Revealing ancient arts;

       A wife will hold in joy at night

       The slayer of her husband;

       Age-old souls, long in cribs,

       Will sing o’er mortal land;

       The remade dead, fat with child

       Will birth abomination;

       A darker power will prove to be

       The father of salvation.

       Then waters will release bright eyes

       To form the Rainbow Sceptre.

      StarMan, listen, for I know

       That you can wield the sceptre

       To bring Gorgrael to his knees

       And break the ice asunder.

       But even with the power in hand

       Your pathway is not sure:

       A Traitor from within your camp

       Will seek and plot to harm you;

       Let not your Lover’s pain distract

       For this will mean your death;

       Destroyer’s might lies in his hate

       Yet you must never follow;

       Forgiveness is the thing assured

       To save Tencendor’s soul.