Philosophers of the modern world,
You dare to challenge me
Those who will foil me us such weaponsas I do.
I am the king for those who must kneel.
Out of this darkness such pleasures you feel
I am the serpent out nothing created.
Giving shape to fear through tempation.
Blazeheart
Holding a canelabrum
In the uphigh towerchamber
where the walls are dressed with scarlet velvet
Winds blow from east to west
as the forest weeps
You dare to challenge me
Those who will foil me us such weaponsas I do.
I am the king for those who must kneel.
Out of this darkness such pleasures you feel
I am the serpent out nothing created.
Giving shape to fear through tempation.
Blazeheart
Holding a canelabrum
In the uphigh towerchamber
where the walls are dressed with scarlet velvet
Winds blow from east to west
as the forest weeps