I bemoan the wounds of ancient stone
with weeping eyes, forever alone.
With the gifts the earth birthed me,
Yet, ash conflicts my unsleeping plea.

As screamed at minds at length
That primeval thirst must kneel.
For when it comes to seizing strength
Power evil would bring all to heel!

On Earth's throne, I sat raised
crowned with bones, forever praised.
But as arrived strength undisguised,
I fell from its peak, lost, deprived.

Though I may show defeat to Earth's Lord,
Blessed am I to never die, yet cleft from ancient chord.
Now I stay tortured form, fed with quarry,
whispered, deformed, deprived of glory!

The wheel of eternity turns
I am tortured, demeaned!
But another will be remade in admitting love,
their screams will carry far above!

So mouth the kings in ancient summit:
Let my servants bring forth fear ruin!

For under the crucible of monolith stone,
Freedom Seeks!
For under the crucible of megalith stone,
The Devourer Speaks!

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 14th of Severin, in the year 505 MA.