The Golden Crane Flies For Tarmon Gai'don!

Dovie'andi Se Tovya Sagain (it's Time To Roll The Dice) - Matrim Cauthon

The Wheel Weaves As The Wheel Wills

The Lions Sing And The Hills Take Flight. The Moon By Day, And The Sun By Night. Blind Woman, Deaf Man, Jackdaw Fool. Let The Lord Of Chaos Rule.

The Wheel Of Time Turns, And Ages Come And Pass, Leaving Memories That Become Legend. Legend Fades To Myth, And Even Myth Is Long Forgotten When The Age That Gave It Birth Comes Again. In One Age, Called The Third Age By Some, An Age Yet To Come, An Age Long Past, A Wind Rose In The Mountains Of Mist. The Wind Was Not The Beginning. There Are Neither Beginnings Nor Endings To The Turning Of The Wheel Of Time. But It Was A Beginning.

Any Day You Wake Up, Maybe You Die.