One thousand years may pass, and all may still be well
But once the temple crumbles down, all will turn to hell
Two children at the age of one, will grow to save this land
But if you stop them in their tracks, then all will turn to sand
The Darkness rules over day
What else is there to say
Beware of evil's blood descendant
Only if she wears a pendant
Though the girl will have a curse
Be it for better or be it or worse
Though praise the male
He may not fail
One shall fall,
The other may call
To avenge the fallen one
Friends the two shall become
Rise will the hidden third
If that call is naught to be heard
The Boy shall fall
The girl may call.
The third may be mistake
But this task is not a piece of cake.
Your Bells shall ring, and your chimes may sing.
Only if this land is saved.
Though this script
It may be ripped,
Our warning will get though
All three will have pure of hearts, of which all shall be true
Alliances shall be deathly mixed
Therefore there shall be hidden tricks
You have sixteen after temples crumble
Or be prepared for the Gods' rumble
Rains shall fall
They will wash over all
And again this land,
Shall turn to sand.
This ocean formed shall never drain
And this land will be forgot
Few shall live
But they will train
For the day that evil will unlock