Posterity (Eleannas Prophecy)

A new race, the next generation, pretty masks, ugly faces Sacred rites, unholy thoughts, our merciful world made obsolete Replaced to continents for serfs, everything changes Treasured earth rejected, dreaming in blood and fire Concede the defeat of the world, walking away, leaving our home The old age gone, only tales left This is the end, we need to flee, we could be like them The last part of the prophecy, the foreclosure of the creation As foreseen by the morther of darkness, creator of earth and light Girith fuin, mor amarth, a crack in the sky, a blizzard from the divine Shadows of the elders, the past returns An age without elves, a new era, a new dawn