Wailing from the sea.
The Mistress spellbound. The hope long time drowned. Cursed is this land, bound by his hand.
A dawning dark age. Scourge of the sage. The land lies drained, once pristine now stained.
In long forgotten times a spell was cast. The secret, vanished and lost in the past. Imprisoned for an eternity, the Mistress of the Moon, the Mistress of the Moon.
A savior born. An oath he has sworn. To free this land, bound by his hand.
Dusk of this age. Freed from her cage. Her wisdom’s the key to end misery