Lost wishes and lost ages,

desolate nights and dreams accursed,

an age of madness, born of life,

weariness, hope, unending strife,

Order renewed with a gentle thirst

the same delight, born of a wish,

a thousand-chorded melody of pain,

played and played again

on a world of madness

spun from discord.

Into shadow, the world and its heavy woe

its ennui, a dream of stone,

time's endless march

tightens the fist around the throat

of an order I once followed.

Upon this world a shadow remains,

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a lord and a spider

that shattered

and drank the light,

and from that hidden wish,

I remain, in darkest night

a sword age,

an axe age,

an age of shadow and might.

A world brought low, but only to prosper,

under a supreme order,

chaos abolished under my reign,

light held bound

in a golden ring.

Bow down, and obey the One,

and in the Darkness

I shall bind you,

to lead you all

to a perfect world.