I have no face, yet I watch all. I speak no words, but I heed no call. I cannot stop, I will not stay, I march forever, night and day. I heal, I break, I build, I fade I end all kings and toys once made.

They walk over; they walk under; in times of war they burn asunder

From ancient tales, carved beauty of stone, a child's toy, smooth and cold, rolling to win the game of old. Eternal and timeless, polished by years, a sculptor's dream, in halls it appears.

Two kingdoms with soldiers that will not take a step back, the royalty stands in the center, priests beside them, the cavalry preparing for battle, castles defending at the very end.

Breathing flames yet never burns, scales like armor, wings that churn. A myth of old, a tale untold, guarding treasures, fierce and bold.