The armies will fight on, warriors will engage in individual combat,
The night sky will be lit up by exploding ordnance...
Confusion and terror will reign supreme - it’s the nature of the beast,
But, the outcome is already decided and we are undone,
This has all happened before, in the Circle of Time;

Only Zor dares to look up...
And tomorrow the Enemy builds more slave pens,
For men and women who believe they are free,
Day after day, the conquered will discover
How life can sometimes be worse than death;

What has undone us?
We have traded what was possible for lies and half truths,
And convinced ourselves that what we were doing was right,
We have failed to listen to the voices that mattered,
We have failed to heed the warnings that counted,
We have been betrayed at every turn;

There is the one question that remains:
Are we still, in the ways that matter, warriors for Truth?
Do we possess courage and strength of will in sufficient measure,
That they will sustain us in the struggle that lies ahead?
We cannot tell, cannot know without putting ourselves to the test.

By transporting ourselves to the REALM we will discover,
How much remains to us of the power that was once ours.
It might not be enough to save us...
Or, restore us to greatness,
But we hope that it might be enough to destroy the Enemy who has undone us.

Sometimes, payback is a bitch!
But, what goes around comes around,
It does not seem too much to ask.
In truth, it does not seem half enough.
With slow, measured steps, we must move forward once more.

Death waits in the shadows....

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