Long forgotten halls swallow the minds of gods,

Abandoned children singing to me from the past kingdom.

Has my city's failure been the reason for the rapture

Or an influence beyond me that has torn apart my people?

Do they see me as the man I am,

Or simply as the one who has torn this crown from our lord?

I am simply a shadow of my own influence,

Riding the waves of eternity that I aim to shape.

I've broken through the chains of time and space,

The fabric of our world bends to my command,

Yet I feel as if I am a fraction of myself,

A feeling that can never be ripped from my core.

Yet despite it all I will persevere,

I will show every mortal what I truly am.

I shall be the guide to the gates of divinity,

So by my word and will, let there be light.