There was war, long ago, between two sides of the same coin. We were compelled. We were righteous. We were triumphant. We served our God and quenched the sinister rebellion. We took what was ours by right. There was war, long ago, but no mockery can be made of fate. To take is never without sin. Driven to the edges of the Godship, our forefathers stir. Driven into exile, our brothers rise. The Dawn had come and gone. Dusk is upon us. We waged war, long ago, and now war has come to us.