Who watches the watchers upon lunisolar shores

Of grim forest lake, in telluric angor

(Awake) yet I dreamt, as three suns had abade

Of wyrmtongued, lurid, ill sired scions

Who watches the watchers, who sought of their truth

A leering abyss that beckons to fools

But black pennants fly in a suffocating night

Atop a keep of lore, where hope yet shines



And black pennants reign in a suffocating night

Atop a keep of lore, where hope yet shines