Prologue 1
Myth of the Were-animals
Many millennia ago
Warriors of the devil came to this land
They lived in the mountains of snow
When they roared everything burned
The warriors were the Devil's right hand
No one could stop this band
Death rose with the horses
And fate takes its course
One warrior will have love
He will bear daughters of ten
His wife will coo like a dove
The daughters will fend
Great love will rise
With his arms tied
They will give victory cries
And his daughters will be tried
Ten men will show
He will not interfere
They will be cold as the snow
For they are the awakeners