Thine victory fleet. The mouths of the vanquished swallow dark and light alike.

Be not haughty in thy part played. Fate's knowledge tempers mine fury.

Ignorant Daeva's are crushed upon the rise of Drakan.

Fury beat upon mine breast.

Knowledge to Fregion met, anon the tide of battle turned.

Cage me not, petty fools. But for a dying messenger I rot.

Now knowing not a messengers fate, I lie trapped.