Prophecy
On a moonless night,
When the seven stars align,
The elegies of Christburg sounded,
Among the dead branches and rotten leaves,
The great soul will be gone forever...
Future generations who are silent in darkness,
The young soul will face the last choice,
Or rot and perish in the darkness,
Or create a whole new world...
There is no eternal king,
Only the dawn of treasure is the real salvation...
The moment you open your eyes,
It is hope, and it is trust...
——Elimont von St. Rieger