Though darkness walks upon this land, breaking it asunder.
And mountains tremble beneath snowy peaks, whispering of their folly.
The free folk flee before a host, domineering and proud.
And countries quake beneath a load of slavery and compliance.
Hope is not lost, as the sun blots out, from fiery death and destruction.
For a day will come, when the elements will rise, freed from their prisons tethered.
And light will walk upon the ground, combined with powers of each.
For the Elemental will grow, from wind and water, tempered by earth and fire.