"O yee one eyed old man. You who see it all.
You who see the past and all to be.
Say, yee one eyed old man. For I need to know.
Tell me which path fate has chosen for me.
Say does the Northstar still shine on me.
Say will I set my loved ones free.
O yee one eyed old man. Of yee our elders told.
You have been since land and sky was one.
And if you really knows all that will be, tell me
What the future wants with this young no one's son.
Say does the Northstar still shine on me.
What do you see in store for me..."
"Questions. Questions. Many you ask.
About the future and some of the past.
Few have seen what I see. Fewer still will ever know.
I gave an eye to see better.
And your thirst for knowledge grows.
But you, my child, who treads the road of pain.
Who have felt such anger. Such that bears no name.
Thee shall I nurse as if you were my own son.
And this very night your training will already have begun.
For I have seen you come for a thousand years or so.
And the gods have told me to teach you
All that I possess and know.
And though my eye no longer sees
My hand held out in front of me,
I still gaze crystal clear at all
That mortal man cannot see.
And I see you riding up on a stallion as white as snow.
With the speed of the winds and endurance untold.
And you wield a sword of steel forged in fire and ice.
And the cry of a warrior you sound
And victory is in your eyes.
Hear me my son, for you are the chosen one..."