In the year of destruction, 
Strangers will come
Bearing the scars 
From hard battles won,

Within the icy grip of Hate...

From life and through death 
And through life again,
Forging their swords 
On the anvil of sins,

In Evil's crypt, where Death awaits...

Through history askew
Dark passion consumes,
Salvation, at last, 
When the black rose blooms,

Upon the Dark Lord's armored plate...

The dark orbs of three, 
The black fire within,
Stolen, lost, then found, 
To be rekindled again,

Seek the stones and seal your fate...

- Augury of the Ba'alstones