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Upon his dark throne

lingers the ruler of demise

Observing worlds of stone

with his vermilion eyes

Seething with impenitence

pulling the threads of life

A languid symphony without sense

as realities are riven by strife

In the land of the blind

the one-eyed man is king

Pulling against the pattern

Reshape the strands of time

Life is not enough

The fabric of creation will burn

Pulling against the pattern

Reshape the strands of time

Life is not enough

The fabric of creation will burn

Multitudes of worlds

bow to his eternal will

The ubiquitous signs unfurls

while his burning eyes kill

With a stroke of the brush

the monarch was no more

Cast from his vessel of flesh

to fall into eternal oblivion

Climb the steps of the tower

as quivering memories resurface

A fragment of hope remains

that the curse can be broken

Pulling against the pattern

Reshape the strands of time

Life is not enough

The fabric of creation will burn

Pulling against the pattern

Reshape the strands of time

Life is not enough

The fabric of creation will burn