The Prophecy

And lo, I stood upon the mountain.  My armies were spread across the valley before me like a sea of fire and steel.  A voice like thunder came from the heavens, and spoke unto me:

Now shall you and your army sleep.
Your time is not yet ripe.
Until the time when this mountain lays flat
When there shall come to you visions of a white wombat!

 Now is our time come.  Now is it time for the Ursine cavalry to roar its way across the steppe.  Now our enemies shall know that their time is past.  Now they shall know why they fear the cute.