The Maker cast down the Seven
bound by cold chains
as we sleep
the sounds of war
as we awake
the beauty of the call
with times of blood and spawn
as great as darkness and mystery
and as cruel as fire and chaos
We rule the world through night
The will is great as thou foretold
The darkness clouds our minds
As we become the corrupt
Silence is coming.
(Translated from Tevinter script found in the Deep Roads. 2:23 Exalted Age )
I AM ALIVE
(Scrawled under the poem in the language of ancient Tevinter. 9:50 Dragon Age)
