This is a translation from the ancient Tyndur Codex scrolls. Originally written in the now lost language of the mythical Titans.
From the Tyndur Codex:
When the silent shall do battle upon the waves.
Strangers shall form an unlikely bond.
A forgotten one shall leave behind two faces
That breaks the golden thread.
When a dead emperor drinks.
Those woven shall be unbound.
The sleeper will awaken. In the eyes of the innocent.
The owl shall rain blood upon the ground.
The mad savior breaks the pillars of man and beast to free the spark.
The thief shall create the stolen, to bind the sparks as one.
As the swarm kiss the flesh of the ageless ones.
The symbol of unity and divinity, shall birth the kiss.
The song of war shall change the land.
The swarms kiss will caress all the lands, upon which the crimson blade shall burn.
The sleeper will awaken and it's sickness will awaken oblivion.
This will come to pass, if not the eye of forgotten knowledge is reforged and placed in the darkness of the lost. Bound in ice, in a land of madness, inside a realm of discord.
When the phoenix fly's from the void.
The Primordial flames shall awaken.
A child of love shall walk the path of death and life.
With one hand the flowers bloom, with the other withered hearts.
The child shall break the swarm, for only its maker can unmake
Savage serpent of the blade, shall forge the lost pact of flesh, bone and magic.
In rage and wisdom the mortal sheds its flesh. To serve destruction or creation.
One from a world no more, will break the shackles of the one that slumbers. Their progeny, a forger of clocks and living iron, will bind the sleeper or see the land split asunder.
The emerald mind shall hide in shadows, to aid or fade the broken weave.
The once immortal shall seek their aid.
A creature of earth, beast and ancient times. Of yet unforged wisdom, and broken vision.
Translation from the ancient dwarven language of Thurhark. Written by the ancient dwarven Oracle Harkul Thrangson.
From the Harkul Prophecy:
The five scaled pillars of Brass,copper,silver, gold and Iron, shall hold the shards of death.
The progeny of brass, shall be unshackled from heart and duty. As the song of the weave is severed, they shall be one with the Primordial flame, as master or slave.
The progeny of Copper shall wither then spread.
The children of silver shall raise the pillars of light.
The father of gold shall burn for the children, to vanquish the crimson shadow.
The Lords of Iron shall forge a land of war, and be bound eternal to a tower of ghosts and blood, as their children of battle will prosper and dance.