Hail, king of traitors! We who knew you mourn what was lost. Only a shadow remains: A whisper where once a shout, A pond where once an ocean, A flickering candle where once the sun itself. Hail, king of corruption! We who serve you despair for what is to come. You will break the Oath, You will shatter the Path, You will sing the Song of Days as a dirge. Your people will weep tears of ice and blood And only the fallen will know peace.
