Prophesy of Ages

Ancient mechanisms resound with sorrow
That which was hidden deep within the gulch
Defended against the cosmic fiery mulch
Resonating in legend far into tomorrow

Brilliant sheen of lost heavenly soul
Massive forge, its secret birth untold
Hull vivid and transcendent in teeming gold
To return through time til Heaven's goal

Inferno's blaze, hampering the prophet's march
Contingent plans fall far, fall apart
Once through the gate, there is no road to the start
Resolve weakened, discarded, throttled throat is parch

Tiamat spins, half of her no longer whole
Returning tyrant shall break her hold
Shadowy depths will deliver the hidden mold
Then begins sacred battle of the prophet's role