Long ago an ancient Kingdom arose
It saw battle and triumph, bloodshed, rejoicing and cries
The Great Sage came forth to lead this Kingdom
And his prophecies paved the way for an era of bounty, of beauty and prosperity
All in the name of the Kingdom of Osyrhia
Many years passed, still the Mighty Sage stood steadfast
The army of the Kingdom were in glory
But one day he was slain by a foe too great even for his powers
And that day great darkness descended upon the land
Years of mourning passed, the Kingdom was growing weary
The evil that it sought to claim was becoming ever stronger
One by one the warriors fell, and it seemed all hope was lost
Until at last, high in the mountains, a single bright spark began to shine
