Only a weapon forged of a Singing Stone
Held by a scion of Forriva's line
And swung in friendship's truthful innocence
Shall serve to kill the dreadful Lord of Strife.
(directed to Gregori Hoister)
A son of yours shall fight and pave the way
And Love's bright daughter by his side will stand
Yet fruitless shall their greatest efforts be
The Lord of Strife will perish at the hand
Of only one: a scion of Forriva's tribe.