Guided by the trail of time

To cross the gateway

Ruins of the liminal line, a hollow stronghold

Apostate of the unspoken words

Listen to the voice of the void

The conqueror shall rise above all

To stand upon the graves of all others

Proclaim!

Let their flag impale them high

With spears and hammers

Tear apart the scorn I despise

From a radiant past

Into a desolate present

Old Light

In litanies of failures

Scorn of the Earth