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.