A Time of chaos, magic and steel A nation, an army, brought to its heel Against a tide - peerless in foe To discover a secret lost long ago Of wicked hearts, of wicked minds A forsaken riddle, forgotten in time Underneath the ice, trapped in the rhime Atop a mountain we must climb Forward On and on, we march To find the source of power - the light I must gather my will They Swore One would wield this tired curse In my heart I know, there is more to learn About the Crucible's might They Swore One would wield Crucible The light surrounds me I am shown the path to take, it is not mine Another will take my place One born immortal, yet of mortal line Will save us all