The fugitive voyager of the burning maelstrom, A Fallen sorcerer king, Breeding his essence through the planetar unborn. Like a requiem for the archangels sin, In an age of dividing superiority He chanted...The earth of the one. Far away From the days of serenity. His rebirth through the veins of stars was done Dying...To grant his vitality To feel...The scourging geer of the sun Melting...Into the womb of time Salvation...the teachings of the sected one The mortal shell... Now paralyzed and broken in the emptiness His protective aura is fading with the moon And as darkness settles its Kingdom Drowning down in a void of hungry spectres His painful chanting bears his final command Of resurrection through a new born planetaar To bring back the dynasty of the shinig Khanjar And so he vanishes in the sands of the ethereal dese. Leaving an offspring of the stars behind