Of quenchless radiance twinkle the jewels set onto thy crown

Each one's a will on the unique diadem of tyranny

Cherish the untrodden lands of almightiness in thine heart

Drenched the exquisite nectar of miracles it forever will pulse



Hid far from unworthy profane eyes the Sacred Chalice waits

Guarded by the Goiden Dragon, the protector of virtue

Only the valiant can tame the claw and the vehement flame

Olny the puissante can drink from the Cup which grants immortality



Markee!

The one terrible chime...

The blackest bell have toled, a sign that thruh the ages

Draped in awe the kingdoms of the world

Abhorred words sound to my ears like luscious rhimes

Pernicious revelations pour from the pulpit of the Antichrist



So, let vent the Cosmical Force in impetuous waves across universal tides

The storms shall gather from the four corners of the earth

And with one enormous roar announce the Conqueror's rise

The one who keeps the Treasures Arcane