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Mists around me thicken and harshen, my veiling proceeds with ease

The movements of my fingers are hardly perceptable

Adapting my form to the oncoming battle

Power of the blackest of beasts in my right hand

Arranging the Lines of Invisible Fire around my head and neck

A cloak of pure might

Fire around my head and neck

A cloak of pure might

Directing the breath of Scala

Mightiest of the Creatures that once roamed our skies (x3)

Weiliaon is shuddering

As its blade gleams with a blue red shine

Incomprehensible patterns in its engraved runes race towards my hand on its grip

Feel its ecstacy for our reunital...

I am approaching the center of their Congregation

They shall be surprised, whilst they gather to dicsuss

You Worthless Bastards of Two Different Times

Affront the Nirion now, the one you once proclaimed

To be the dying descendant of a dead race...

A race of gods, thou shallt perish for the Council's extinction

A burst of fire...time to play