Behold! Enthroned in a tower,
enshrouded in the might of power,
the soul of malice,
the bitter existence,
Foul breath giving life to evil,
and provoking a grim struggle.

Men cannot resist it,
never are they content with it,
but once they obtain this,
they are hopeless to survive the emptiness.

Rua'grain, the usurper,
the master of villainy,
the taker of lives, and destroyer
of all good things.
The lord of Mists,
the keeper of shadows,
the presenter of flames,
and spreader of ash,
how he has the world in his hands.

We are without hope,
no refuge, no noble heroes,
no valiant quests,
we are without hope.