Orlienna's Prophecy

Time and tide of slayer of mineNone to spare for all his crimesThree of thine of death to lieFor all is lost to come asideOne shall come from fireHis mind alight with pyresTo set your own into mireOne shall come from waterBroken to two by Wine-Lord’s daughterTo cast your realm into slaughterOne shall come from dirtAbandoned by blood by hurtTo end your reign and life in curt