In an age beyond living memory...

A devil's shade cast upon our land

Plunging it into the deepest darkness

And condemning us to grief without end

In vain, we prayed to the bleak heavens...

The twelve gods descend from above

To lead the charge against the great evil

Invoking the holy light, the gods smote the devil

And granted us our last hope once more

We and our world are thus reborn

And so...

As time flows endlessly on

Our nightmare has faded into legend