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Chosen son, delivered one

Sired by gold, an alloy impure

I serve thee, Gilded Queen

I'll conquer all, turn thine enemies to dust

Deify me, align me

With the greater will above us all

Betrayer Fortissax, join us

Defeat the dragons, raise the Cult of Scales for us

Fateful plot, knives as black as night

I’m a pawn on the board, a living sacrifice

Cut down by family, no greater sin

The body lives but what blight lies within?

Infect the roots, stolen youth

My soul is gone, longing for the truth

First of the dead, corrupted flesh

Curse-mark etched into my head

Deep underground, rotting away

Eyes forever open til the end of days

Prince of death, I will rise from these roots

To bring your demise