The fugitive voyager of the burning maelstrom,
A Fallen sorcerer king, Breeding his essence
through the planetar unborn. Like a requiem for the archangels sin, In an age of dividing superiority
He chanted...The earth of the one. Far away
From the days of serenity. His rebirth through
the veins of stars was done
Dying...To grant his vitality
To feel...The scourging geer of the sun
Melting...Into the womb of time
Salvation...the teachings of the sected one
The mortal shell...
Now paralyzed and broken in the emptiness
His protective aura is fading with the moon
And as darkness settles its Kingdom
Drowning down in a void of hungry spectres
His painful chanting bears his final command
Of resurrection through a new born planetaar
To bring back the dynasty of the shinig Khanjar
And so he vanishes in the sands of the
ethereal dese. Leaving an offspring of the stars behind
