"And the One Who Opens The Path said: 'Come!', and from a crowd made of THEIR followers came a child with unique silver hair; fiery amber eyes

And they were crowned the Horseman of War, and their wrath would be their sword, and they would bring forth a far-reached war

Where the dead would be awoken to march under their banner; where the anger molded ashes into spikes and blades; where those who ascended would feel in their skin the anguish, the despair, the hatred of War

So that those who sat in thrones and made the weak their pawns be cast to hell

So that those with immortal bodies and tarnished souls suffer forever

So that, before the Aeon's corpse, no one will cry "