A time from which the ancients derived.
This is a place where no logic remains,
This is now the four guardians domain.
Guardian of Fire, fill me with spirit,
The spirit to live, to no longer fear it.
Guardian of Air, teach me to believe,
To see what’s not there, to go and achieve.
Guardian of Water, show me the mind,
The deep inner thought, the magic that binds.
Guardian of Earth, give me the power,
Show me the way, for I will not cower.
Your ultimate power is so sublime,
Your deep understanding is so divine.
The sky is painted an inky black,
The moonless night, the silent attack.
The soft winds are raging, the dark thunders loud,
The sky, once littered with red crimson clouds.
The Midnight Hour has arrived,
A time from which the ancients derived.
This is a place where no logic remains,
This is now the four guardians domain.
