Molded by the fingers of Time, made malleable by Death's designs, and cursed by Change. The Heart's triumph trumpeting over Death's desires and the Mind's elation to the Stars. Fire burning with the blood of Hatred. The Sand sinks slowly down the glass wall of Time. The Years pass with no thought to one's time. Wisdom corrupted by Arrogance only to shine forth again in an act of Truth. Traditions buried in the junkyard of Eras. The War Call rings through our ears. Light will shine in the end and burn Evil out of this world. Trials and Tribulations make us Warriors. Accomplishments breath life into the Past. The Present toils on with us, and the Future brings new Dreams alive. Molded by the Aces and the Forged.