What a tragic mess you fools have made of this   The soul's filled with vacancy   You've spoiled all the crops and seed      This was a birth, a gift   You daftly wasted it   The dust and dirt will stain your fists   You can't escape your own skin      Every creation is plucked   From a boundless hole of perception   Doomed to endure flaws of its fountain   The boy will one day cross the mountains      And reunite this world's divided halves   Fulfill their history   This is more than divine decree   It's his destiny      So please take heed of this prophecy   Lifetimes from now there will be   Two chosen, bound to meet   Inside her lock he will turn the key      Their love will be strong enough   To erase all the wrong we've done   Return us to where we belong   With the light and dark as one      One day the strands will mend   All the torn seams and frayed ends   Will turn to one single thread   The cycle will begin      The choices he made that day   To burn down what he'd help create   You have made this bed   Now you must sleep in it      Every creation is plucked   From a boundless hole of perception   Doomed to endure flaws of its fountain   The boy will one day cross the mountains      And reunite this world's divided halves   Fulfill their history   This is more than divine decree   It's his destiny      So take heed of this prophecy   Lifetimes from now there will be   Two chosen, bound to meet   In her lock he'll turn the key      Their true love will be strong enough   To erase the wrong we've done   The dark and light will become one   Their true love will be strong enough   To erase the wrong we've done   The dark and light will become one      What a tragic mess you fools have made of this   What a tragic mess you fools have made of this      Time flashed by for the dark and the light   The two fragments, recessed   Still left unaddressed, stranded in unrest      In the dark lived two brothers   Adakias, the youngest and the heir, Pallis   As children of the lists of myths   Their favorite was the narrative   "Of Holy The Sea And The Divided Terrene"      Adakias would always dream of a destiny   To leave, of fulfilling the prophecy but he was laughed at   Fitted with an unfavorable grafted cast   For a foolish dreamer, a romance seeker, the streets frowned      But deep down he screamed out   He knew there was accuracy in the antiquated legacy   Legitimacy to the famed sea   A quiet certainty to his fated fantasies