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From the deepest slumber I awake

Absolute clarity fills my air

As I stare at the embodied fate

Of my magnificent art and of my pawns

Such a disillusionment, a betrayal to my creation

But with pure authority I reign upon this universe

Sitting on my unseen throne

I witness this abhorrence, a shameful slight

I am the father of everything, the reason for all that lives!

I shall regain my stature, almighty force of yore!

Still I am an anathema, a pariah

Among the wise men I despise

Envious of my boundless virtue

Desperate to reclaim my former strength

They foist their will upon the weak

They won’t reach this ideal they conceived

And I will reconquer what was taken

I stand still, unyielding above everything

As I redeem my sway

A malediction will strike your scheme

Fool, you thought you were the sovereign,

Don’t forget that I am the essence

Sullen awakening from this abysmal torpor

Listen to my voice, fear these mighty words

This world is a mirror of the perfection I symbolise

I am... your paragon!

Arise my swelling madness

And sail into the depths

So hear my laughter

A frantic scream, an echo from beyond

Slavery, mockery, is all you deserve

For you are my servants, you belong to me,

The horrible yet perfect warden

Nine holy vultures won’t change my reign

You shall serve me,

You shall serve me.