[LoloMo]

From the ancient Chants of Isopherameses, Seventh Divide, Verse Sixteen:

And in the final days of the Ascension
Sorcerous blight shall blanket
Sparing neither teeming groves
Nor fertile swamps
And thousands doth fall
Large and small

And in the final days of the Ascension
The Host is gathered
The heavens covered with wings
The grounds flattened with hooves
And thousands doth march
Large and small

And in the final days of the Ascension
The Sacred Chants are released
That the heavens reverberate
The grounds tremble
And thousands doth call
Large and small

And in the final days of the Ascension
The One is Reborn
Treasures fall from the heavens
Stones crumble to the grounds
And thousands doth bow
Large and small

And thus be the end of the beginning
Of the Third Age of the world