the prophecy

war is raging
cowards hide
armed with instruments of doom;
they fearlessly march into the battlegrounds

with no armor
no backup
no mercy
just pure brute strength;

they fight
chaos rip through,
darkness descends;
as panic subtly creeps into the warriors' hearts

few die bravely
others struggle to hold on to life
while the Chosen Ones face the enemy with equaminity;
and fools who choose to remain behind

but they all know not
the ultimate evil has not yet awakened
he who possess the power to crush
to wipe out all traces of life

the reign of chaos
the frozen throne
the tragic sacrifice
and the ritual tomes

until then
live on, warriors
and learn from the spellbook of doom
for it be the only way for the heroes
to enter the sinister dungeon
where the ancient evil looms