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.