Hello Farseer my old friend
I could use your wisdow again
Cause as I was softly creepin'
I saw a fight without meaning
And the armies that were crushing
In great pain
Troubling brains
Were those of Plague and Alliance

When seeing that I fought it's done
War grows here the peace has gone
'Neath the moons who faked a lamp
I was about to leave back to my camp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a mortar light
sweepin' the night
Upon the Plague and Alliance

And in the magic light I saw
Ten thousand soldiers maybe more
Rifles shooting without aiming
Necros casting without resting
People dying thinking that life's too weird
No one cared
Amidst the Plague and Alliance

Standing up I asked the rows
To leave down their swords and bows
"Hear my words don't succomb into
A bane that brings nothing to you."
But my words, like undead arrows fell
And echoed on the shields of Alliance

And now just as the moons fade
I think about corpses of dead
So I came to hear your teaching
Why is our world always bleeding ?
The Farseer said : « The parts of these 'useless' fights
Like the heroes' falls
Or hopeless calls
Finally mix the Plague and Alliance