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)