Hark my friend: for an ancient tale I tell
It is written that five mighty Emperors will die
and their ancient palaces will a furious being
Nine kingdoms will unite under one hand
A roaring sea beneath the earth; a churning lake of sour tears
One black raven for every wind will tear the crystal eyes
Now, as the final night proudly enrobes the land,
a whisper is heard in the sky Awaken the Dragon