Journey's end found distant light :: foreshadowing another night :: Mirrored deep in finite time :: Icing grey in silver rhyme :: Echoed days so nearly dead :: Began to burn inside my head :: Shadow wind and firelight :: Forgotten to eternal night :: Conjured hell in heaven's eye :: And took my childhood to die :: Blacken day o sunless sky :: Let no white winged creature fly... Crack all stone and graves of men... I am born :: I come again...
A Prophecy is found in the Sahara :: The long forgotten language of Ptolemy's machine, the "Organon Parallacticon" in Alexandria :: "The boy who was murdered now mended, the crownless again shall be King."
A Clock of Spirals and Spheres...A Compass pointing eight ways...Not a calendar counting the years...The Gears of the Clockwork and Eight Compass hands are carved to be spun directly from stone... In the heart of this stone a firestorm flows from the eye of one star to the other... The Stone has been turned :: The Clock Dragons' spoken... and there are none now that live who recall they were woken...For it is the doom of men, that they forget... Return the Crystal Skull :: Return what you have stolen from the People of the Forest :: The Aztec Compass will bring you great danger :: Arguments increase your crime :: No power on Earth can conquer Time ::