Come hear the tale of Skara Brae—
a god returned to have his way.

Creatures of darkness, spawn of night,
The Mad One’s kin destroyed the site.

Defenders fell, their bane come true,
Garth, Roscoe, Kylearan, too!

As doom approached, the helpless fled.
It did no good, the streets ran red.

Survivors few, they sit and mope,
with but one final ray of hope:

’Cross time and space, the legends say,
Heroes at last! To steal the day!