The Holy Grail.
In bygone ages, men sung of it, sought it, competed for it.
The power of a wish is a wondrous thing.
The moon.
In bygone ages, men sung of it, sought it, competed for it.
The power of a dream is a wondrous thing.
In all ages, men wish.
And in all ages, men dream.
But man does ever tread on the backs of others' to reach them.
In all ages, men play games.
And in all ages, men make war.
A dichotomy; or perhaps they are one and the same?
A game to grant a wish.
A war to achieve a dream.
As they have done in ages past, let us once more.
Bring your wishes, bring your dreams.
Play our game, fight our war.
Within the bosom of the softly glowing moon, the Holy Grail awaits.