All Gods Must Die

Of gold that gleams, of silver that shatters,A realm of mortals, a world full of shadows.A gift bestowed, a time that is borrowed,A seed must be sowed, a strike to be sorrowed.Unveil the smoke to a world that is cloaked,Near a well at the end sits seven streams to defend.Nine trees of wisdom and the darkness of light,Chaos will come for all those that fight.A true death and a love that is bound,By fate and fortune and all nine realms.Taint and trials, cruelty and lies,The Gods must fall before all can rise.