One hundred years to own their sins,
one hundred years to wait.
And when the towers rise again,
a gobelin army at the gate.
The Guardian of living stone
will fetch the horde so wild
And send the Bearer far from shore
to find a royal child
The Heir shall make the sacrifice,
the Powers that be awaken.
When royal blood has paid their price,
restore what time has taken.
The Soulstone Prophecy
Recorded by Mastral Werdewell as spoken by...