Beneath the sediment of aeons

In ancient repose

My trust lay eroded by age

The old glory faded

And past times forgotten

My reign given way to my rage



Harmonious the centuries

The land and I were one

My soil, my water, my air

Bringer of light

And master of night

In balance, the earth in my care



But with the passing of days

A new wind came blowing

With whispers of change on its wing

This tide of corruption

Laid siege to my world

Usurping the throne of a king



Your new gods, your new ways

All seek to dispel me

With doctrines of fear built on lies

The hidden one, no longer

I claim my dominion

To the sun of your age, I arise



Of your anger

Your ignorance

Your blindness

Your greed

Your progress

Your conquest

Your mania

Your need

Your sorrow

Your sickness

Your final, parting breath

Your hatred

Your bloodshed

Your future

Your death



I will have none

I will have none

I will have none

I will have none



I, dread lord of shadows

With broken spell

Unto this rotting age

I bid farewell



Blessed be