We are the warriors at the edge of time. We are Humanity's scythe to sweep this way and that. And cut the Enemy down as weeds. We are Humanity's spade to dig up the roots wherever they have grown.
The great hound barked. And the world turned white. The great hound sighed. And the forest died. The Wizard Blew His Horn. The Wizard Blew His Horn. .
We're standing on the edge. The edge of time. And it is dark, so dark on the edge of time. And we're tired of making love. We are the lost, we are the ravaged.