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O divine and mortals alike, heed me, for each I see, I see it true

Heed my words, for a great reckoning is upon all of you

Have it writ upon thy grave, of tomorrow yet to call

From when the world shatters, and empires fall

Gods will descend, never to return

And men will die, hope's embers burn

The sun rise red and the azure sky will fade

Of ash and blood, the realm is made

For in this dance, gods and men collide

The threads of fate weave their tapestry wide

Each step, a choice

Each strike, a plea

The future's course, in war's decree

Soon shall darkness devour the blinding light

And despair shall echo through endless night.

Yet, one shall remain, and one shall reign

One shall unmake the ceaseless bane

One shall purge the world ablaze, and endure

One shall birth the world anew, fresh, and pure

One, shall weave fate upon its seam

And be wrought by worship’s gleams.

For only one shall claim the throne

By mercy's grace, their path is sown

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(Ramalan asli Nabriesha tentang Crosum Divinia, dikutip dari buku catatan pribadi Bunda Agung—sang Nossa Primus—dari Menara Ravenward)