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Beneath a sea of trees, a voice calls out.

A congregation of faint flickering lights in procession.

His eyes seduce and stalk, from places hidden and dark.

His gaze is upon me now I feel him gnaw and flay my mind.

His words poison my mind. His arms envelop, draw me close.

His presence now looms. I feel no sense of self.

His grasp now crushing, I gasp for air, he casts me out.

Now man walks alone. This land no longer his throne.

I commune with you, I stand with empty hand’s.

I consume your essence and you guide my hand.

Now float through darkness, it is within me.

You pass through ages as time flows through me.

I feel the presence of ancients they follow me out this dark haven.

Through this ceaseless downpour is a timeless war with our conscious.

Now man won’t walk alone, be seated in twilight throne.

I command a ruthless and dark hand.

I cast its shadow across the land.

Corrupt and consume the weak minds of men.

Submit to my will. To my throne, I ascend.

Now I walk the earth again, to rule the realms of men.