The Monarch is reborn amongst the morningrise, Declares himself the Sun, ever-mighty and eternal The withering of age and parasitic time Dismantle king and crown with the coming of the night This secret has been sworn to you, our enemy To tear you limb from limb and plant your bones within fertile soil
Cast upon the wreckage of the thunder-broken shell Lie empty supplications, in desire seeking shelter Frail hordes lament as they plummet into naught Through the shifting of the seasons Ever-changing, ever-falling This secret has been sworn to you, our enemy To tear you limb from limb and plant your bones within fertile soil
I am broken and torn apart in the embrace of devastation So let it be as it ever was Primordial and ever-growing