Mere page of the codex of changes and disappearances
Mere excerpt of a relief in the cataract ruins
Mere memory the King's mechanical book
Mere verse of the Guard's heavenly psalter
And it is told, his tomb is guarded by
100,000 killer satellites
And it is told, the metal tree forest
confuses the seekers
And it is told, his left eye
guards every empty field
And it is told, he has conquered time
And lost his soul to darkness
A piece of the Chronicle of Dawn
A piece of the spell of the Riders of Chaos
The obscurest of the Apocryphae of the Golden Legend
Lost shard of a story only whispered
And it is told, his tomb is guarded by
100,000 killer satellites
And it is told, the metal tree forest
confuses the seekers,
And it is told, his left eye
guards every empty field
And it is told, he has conquered time
And lost his soul to darkness
He returns like a lateral storm, ripping the skies apart
He returns like methane hydrates burning to the horizon
He returns like cruelty's rusalkai to the hunter's palace
He wakes like a prisoner in a stasis suit thinking his life a dream