| Harmony was broken
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| The Five that should have been one became divided, each reverting into its own
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| nature. |
| Only as the evil of the Fifth was realized, did the Four shape the
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| world one last time. |
| But their power was too great to be unleashed without
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| powers
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| Harmony was broken
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| But the echoes of the World Song can still be heard. |
| And through this,
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| the Four found their champions, calling them together. |
| The elements would have
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| scoured the world and made it devoid of life, had not the Bard’s Call checked
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| their terrible power
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| Much was lost that day. |
| But the world was won. |
| The Fifth fell into the depths
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| of the world, body rent asunder, mind broken. |
| But even out of the defeat of the
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| Fifth, a new hope arose. |
| Eight lands, blessed and cursed by its power
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| Harmony was broken
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| And yet peace returned. |
| The Fifth defeated, the Four withdrew. |
| What had been
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| wild and mutable became solid. |
| History unfolded, the mortal races made the
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| world their own, as was ordained
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| The Fifth slipped into legend, the Four became myths. |
| Both treachery and
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| sacrifice nothing more than stories. |
| Stars, dancing through the night’s sky
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| But I remember. |
| For I can hear the songs on the wind, in the waves,
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| in the crackling of flames, rising from the very bones of the earth.
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| What has been forgotten may become known again. |
| What lies hidden may be
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| revealed. |
| What sleeps may wake. |
| And with it all its terrors
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| Harmony was broken
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| And still the songs endure. |
| I shall sing of the Five, of the return of the
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| Fifth, of evil old and unimaginable
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| I shall sing to mortal hearts and heavens alike
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| I shall sing — with a Voice of Fire! |