Foresight

The memories of the new comers as memorial, poems or songs here are told.

the strife Man their rise and fall

The Nephilim race in the dark days

And all the horror they had to face

Through thunder and water the 4 races came

For there were mighty Angels and Demons with them

To a world of darkness and cold they were bound

To a destiny both cruel and evil but hope can be found

Although there will be the kind of heart

Horror and despair will forever be intertwined