Carvings from distant past, loom large as time shall last
The dawn of gods foretold, from wells beneath frost's cold
The threads of fate fray for none, woven ere battles lost and won
Wind bound thy ship shall lose course, by the evil decree
The hidden force consumes us all, in circles of time
Destined to shape and move, from echoes of life
As water fills the sphere, islands transgress the seers
Need driven conflict arise, the strife of dark and of light
Ancestral shadows align, sculptor of doom control is thine
Enlight the flame of one eye, the whole mind will see