Who from his God recived a ring to protect him from the elements.
This King, he had a brother true, a fighter lion hearted,
Who sought to rout all Chaos through the gate from whence it started.
He purged the evil from the land, his blade once never faltered,
And only by his God's own hand was his adventure halted.
"O fighter brave," his God did say, "Though noble is your mission,
Yet centuries must slip away before it nears completion.
The balance leans too much toward law, and now I must amend it;
Let Chaos have it's time on earth 'ere back to hell you send it.
But watch this stair eternally, and wait for heaven's message,
To show the mighty champion who's earned the right of passage.
For only one you'll step aside and cease your faithfull vigil:
The one who wears your brother's ring emblazed with heaven's sigil.