There it sat on its throne of keys

The one from which all stems

An omniverse within its labyrinth

Master of the veils

Fall to the wind

Arrival foretold in prophecy

Fall to the wind

Arrival divine, the nightmare king

There it waits at the end of time

The Lord of Nightmare speaks

“My weary son, now lay down your crown

And watch with me the end”

Haunting beauty of what once was my eternity

All I have made, so I may die to be reborn