Rumors spread about a "Storyteller"
The emancipator, the controller of the threads of fate
The ever youthful, but old and aged
"Consult him", they claimed, he 'll give you peace and aid"


"You 've been waited to be seen"
The rites to my walking in
His blind eyes would mirror my fate
Wrinkled face - he seemed villain
Red garments, hands corroded


Mastermind, his cane unawed
The indomitable sorcerer,
Yet acquainted to the most
as a non-insidious host


The emancipator, the controller of the threads of fate

The Aboriginal Storyteller
Not another word could be detached from him
My speech was deducted beforehand
"The renown leader of the tribe" foresaw something in me, a charismatic disciple
Then manipulated the eyes of my soul,
guiding me through the ruins of the yet - to come



The Aboriginal Storyteller
"Beware the ides of March",
"You 'll be the architect of your own distruction"
"I surmise and foresee that your journey will not end well"


Flames surrounding my people,
my hometown collapsed,
I am kneeling to control the sands.


"What is written in the timeline, cannot be changed"
The incantation of the necromancer - so I stirred for a moment
"Although I 've seen the hanging gardens,
slayed invisible foes of unmatched evil and ruled and served wisely my people,
my life would be a waste?

Not at all!"



"You 've been waited to be seen"
The rites to my walking in
His blind eyes would mirror my fate
Wrinkled face - he seemed villain
Red garments, hands corroded


Mastermind, his cane unawed
The indomitable sorcerer,
Yet acquainted to the most
as a non-insidious host


Not another word could be detached from him
My speech was deducted beforehand
"The renown leader of the tribe" foresaw something in me, a charismatic disciple

Then manipulated the eyes of my soul,
guiding me through the ruins of the yet
- to come

The Aboriginal Storyteller
"Beware the ides of March",
"You 'll be the architect of your own distruction"
"I surmise and foresee that your journey will not end well"