THE RAVEN'S PROPHECY The Fate of Cynravn Before the mountains knew his name... Before the world was forged in flame... The ravens saw what none could see... A warrior born to set them free... Beneath the moon, in ancient snow, The seers foretold what none could know. A child would rise from distant lands, With fate and thunder in his hands. Two ravens circled in the night, Their feathers black against the light. They whispered secrets to the stone, Of one who'd build a sacred home. FLY! FLY! O RAVENS HIGH! CARRY HIS NAME ACROSS THE SKY! THROUGH SHADOWED LANDS AND ENDLESS FLAME, THE WORLD SHALL KNOW CYNRAVN'S NAME! THE RUNES ARE CARVED, THE FATE IS SEALED, A THOUSAND TRUTHS SHALL BE REVEALED! WHERE RAVENS REST AND NORTH WINDS REIGN, A HOME SHALL RISE FROM WAR AND PAIN! We watched him walk through fields of dead, Where broken kings and warriors bled. We saw him spare the fallen foe, And lift the weak from bitter snow. No crown of gold would mark his reign, No hunger for another's pain. His strength was more than steel and bone, He fought so none would stand alone. The winds have spoken... The stars have shown... Beyond the mountains... He'll find his home... And when the final battle ceased, He walked toward the northern east. Beneath the stars, beside the sea, He found the land of destiny. FLY! FLY! O RAVENS HIGH! LET HIS LEGEND NEVER DIE! THROUGH BLOOD AND FIRE, THROUGH STORM AND RAIN, THE NAME OF CYNRAVN SHALL REMAIN! THE RUNES ARE CARVED, THE FATE IS SEALED, THE SACRED LAND HAS BEEN REVEALED! WHERE RAVENS SOAR AND FREE MEN REIGN, FOREVER STANDS THE GREAT RAVNHEIM! The prophecy is fulfilled... The wanderer has come home... Ravnheim... The ravens have spoken.
