Prologue (of Two Towers)

When you flee into sanctum,
Protecting yourself from creatures out in the wastelands.
When the world's end is near,
Once sent through Ginnungagab.
The war has threatened the great civilisation,
Created to beat time,
Split up into different tribes - killing each other
For the perfection of their own
Why do you think you could mess with time itself?

The battlements protect no more, they had returned in anger, in bloodlust.
The people were slaughtered by their own ancestors. The final rear has failed.
Beaten by the past... Why do you think you could mess with time itself?

Its upon the end and you realize:
You are the last one of the immortal race...
Dying under the great relict of the two towers.
Towers, built to symbolize the reign of the master tribe.
The towers decay and bury your shell in the inner sanctum.

In the end - it has been your destination
In the end - just dust in the issue of time