When the crescent moon shall rise,
The crimson eye shall claim its prize.
Tears stream down each face in dread;
He wears them as a crown instead.
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Shadows stir around the empty throne,
Till haughty pride would claim its own.
The throne he seeks is on its way,
But greed has taken its place to stay.
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Brimming wrath awakens in its place;
The Usher of Souls follows his pace.
A king remains to guard his throne,
Till light reclaims its rightful place.
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He who becomes the Herald of Wrath shall carve his way,
As blood-red skies consume the day.
The Paragon of Hunger shall cloud the skies,
And devour the dying light while darkness shall rise.
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The Bottomless Maw shall open wide,
And life and light shall be swallowed inside.
The world shall drown where shadows lie,
And even the stars shall fear to die.