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on the edge of darkness

where time unfolds

is the sleeping dragon

with secrets untold

her apparent storms of chaos

are written in the stars

and as their short-lived lights burn out

her entropic essence we'll adore

so when she awakens there'll be fire

and it will be fearful to behold

but the serpentine bloodline will admire

as she feasts upon all that is known

Tiamat

Tiamat

and when we call on you, oh ancient one,

I feel the Desolate Rumble from your wings.

oh how I long for you, shining woeful one,

may your kingdom of shadows set me free.

Tiamat

Tiamat

see the fear of the clay-born

as we explore the night

and our souls are crushed

liberated by the serpents might

at last I have found

the wicked road to beyond

and I will travers its path

at the will of the gods.