And so, the Childer of Saulot,
grandchilde of Caine the law-giver,
the first redeemed,
came unto him and asked

"Father, if we be truly cursed,
as our Sire's Sire says,
why then do we exist?
What hope is there?"

And Saulot, first redeemed,
fist to follow the road of Golconda,
his eyes glazed in the look of visions,
spoke unto his Childer:

"When the time of thin blood is upon us
When the Dark Father rises
When the Caitiff Prince reigns
When our Sire's Sire passes his judgement

The world will be cast into eternal winter
Of darkness, of despair, of Final Death
but there will be one last hope
One last Daughter of Eve, marked by the moon.

Her path will be one of pain
of betrayal
of suffering
of blood
and yet in her all our hope will be found

But, for all her pain
for all those who betray her
for all her suffering
from her blood
One man, one love, one protector will rise

One Sword of Justice will fight at her side
One Heart of Passion will beat for her
One soul of love will be forever with her
One, from the Clan of the Rose, with a demon's visage

And on the day of Caine's Justice
When the Demon Queen makes war
upon the Damned King
When heaven and earth are torn asunder

The Morning Star shall rise
and with him his legions shall
pour out of the earth
come to slay both the living and the damned

And in his path shall stand
the Sword of Justice
the Heart of Passion
the Soul of Love
the Dark Warrior

In the Morning Star's path
will stand the lover of
the Last Daughter of Eve
whose power will be great
his mind strong, his love strongest

For the sake of she who he loves
For the sake of she who was forsaken
For honor, for glory, for love
He will make war on the Morning Star
The chieftain of Wyrms, the first Beast

His sword will be as flames
His eyes as the setting sun
His form never fixed
His rage overflowing his breast

The Morning Star will strike
hard in his hate
The Sword of Justice will strike 
hard in his love

And the both of them will fall
their blood pooling together
and yet in pride
in love
their battle will continue
for as the flesh is weak
the spirit is relentless

Their flames will burn
as their immortal combat locks
Dark Prince of hatred
Dark Warrior of love
Darkness shall consume darkness
Love conquers all

And as the final clash
of swords and power reverberates
between heaven and earth and hell
One bloody tear of the Last
Daughter of Eve
of lost love
of dashed hopes
of pain and betrayal anew
Will awaken the Dark Warrior from slumber
The lord of justice, the lord of pain

And when their times of Final Death come
their last breath a kiss of blood
they shall descend arm-in-arm
to the pit of justice, their true home

For they will not seek the path of salvation
my path, Golconda
But shall spurn the One Above, and choose
to rule in conquest
The pit of pain, the pit of despair, the pit of hatred

Yet their love will transfigure even Hell,
a place of justice, a place of healing, a place of love
A world of their creation
A shining beacon of Dark Light which shall call to us all

And on that day...
Our Sire's Sire will shed blood tears
of understanding
of pride
of redemption.