Island of Adnia 3: The Final Fate

Short Prologues ITHILIĖN ELGONETH (Come to Us, Elgoneth)     “Elgoneth, spirit of light, spirit of air, spirit of life. Come to us! Show us your golden garments! Stroll your floating vestments through the underlying trails of your deepest forests! Feed our dreams! Nourish our souls! Fulfill our devotion! Give us your light! Break our fears! Disrupt our sorrows! Infringe on each of our ways! Let us float among the magical currents of your divine intentions, for I have seen you father! I´ve seen you in the morning! I´ve seen you gleaming at dawn! I´ve seen you awake, in the miraculous twinkling of the perfect springs! Those designed by your own beatific hands. Delivered to this world as promises of victory, promises of glory, promises of faith. Let us believe in your will. Let us believe in our destiny. Let us believe, in you.”   VELAR ELGONETH (Lift Us, Elgoneth)    “And so, in our ways you will inflict, by the might of our blood. By the healed cardigan of truth; thereby the mist of hallowed fire. The domain of our empire. The temperance of our present, which is nothing more than a sample of your love. An offering of your vision. A respite for the restless one. A relief for the agitated one. A cure for the sick; a soft chord of unfathomed fields. In defiance of the grayish colors; in vituperates from rainbows of triumphant sought. Fulfilled with  peace and sanity. Forethought, your present, is not yours anymore. It´s heedfully gifted for all of us, for this risen realm, is ours now. Therefore, lift us, father. Help us, in the fastness of your toes. In the arms of our mournful glory. For only through your children, you shall enhance your will, in the name of faith, in the name of hope, in the name of love.” NELLEÍN ELGONETH  (Save Us, Elgoneth)   "And these slanders will not possess these wrathful deeds. And these stars will not contain these raging demons. And the power of these empires will grow between the realms of the night. Between the realms of today. Between the scopes of these renegades, whom will reclaim the price of the end. Hence, recover ourselves with your gently mantle, Elgoneth. Cover us with your hands, father. For the symphony of the final path seduces our spirits. The melody of the end whispers slowly its murmurs of panic  and dismay; announcing the forthcoming of these shadows that shall return to claim the repercussions of all our actions. Nelleín Elgoneth, nelleín our compassions, for these Gods will not know the end. These Gods are the end.