Your sleep is disturbed by horrible dreams. You dream that a great evil kept dormant for eons has just been unleashed on the world. A powerful voice- too real to be a nightmare- speaks to you from the darkness of your sleep- Like the Night I have come But at dawn I shall stay To reap of the land that Once was my own. The Ancients that banished me One thousand eons past To spaceless void Now are gone And leave no fickle trace behind. Come the morrow the sun shall rise But never again as bright Until the land in icy winter Returns to face the Night * The Orb of Evertime now is yours But your quest remains in vain I was alive before mortals touched the Earth And no mortal there can touch me. It is true that with the Demon crystal I can lay not tooth nor claw upon you But I can make you wish you were never born Let these the words of Malifon be heard- The sky shall Flame The Earth shall Bleed All that is Dark shall rise up in glory And all that is Light Shall be trampled underfoot * As you sleep a thousand images pass through your mind- images of dark and gloomy forests and rivers of flame Images of great battles being fought between gods and a black force with power beyond comprehension. One by one the gods are killed- the Eagle. The Swan The Raven. The Woman of Colors. The Tiger. One by one they are defeated and fall into the flaming waters below Clerics all over Ymros wake up with the feeling that something has been torn from their souls. Images of great flaming thunderbolts turning temples to ruins appear again and again. The gods are dead. *
