Prophetic Tale

Creation brings the promise of hope, and silences the echoed halls of the Tyrant King.

While ancient formations descend in shadow and take root in our forgotten memories, to bring forth vision in melodic song. Voices from awakened minds, sing through the Minstrels Bale, and light up ten thousand souls, to begin the prophetic tale.

Prophetic Tale

In echoed halls of Tyrant Kings.

rumours swell, with prophetic things.

Empires crash, their greed at end,

no one left, who will defend.

Impressions recalled, in ancient rings,

take their root, in songs to sing.

Voices from awakened minds,

they serenade people, to remind.

Their ballads tell of long ago,

intoning unity, how life did flow.

Communities gathered planting seed.

connected together, they were freed.

Refusing calls of oppressive war,

shackled not, never, no more.

Rise now soldiers of global peace,

today’s the day, that all war’s cease.

Live without despotic division,

strive together, through empathic vision.

A new dawn rises, we shall not fail,
time to enact this prophetic tale.

The Calling

The Calling

…The moment approaches when the last defenders of all that is good will rise to the call and unite against an Imperial collective that is usurped in darkness and shadow…rest assured that you are ready to fulfill the tasks you were imprinted with before your birth…life will go on, but great change is coming…do not blame those who did not awake, pity them, for they do not have the ability of vision nor clarity of mind to complete the difficult tasks that lay ahead…protect them and stay the course in truth, using your insight, common sense and empathy, for these qualities are your strength, and the foundation of what is to come...