The Endless Footman,
My Pied Piper.
Like some faceless skydiver.
His end is Ruin.
Down, down that stair
Into the bowels of mortal hell
Oh take me now, while i'm still well
End this jaunt in mortal shell
I long for my sweet abyssal plain
Realm where I am king, and Thain
Kingdome under sun and star
A shattered earth, downtrodden and scarred
The waxing moon across my reign
That bitter fist, my hand bloodstained
Neither night, nor day, can give me purchase
Only purged dust on earth, can avenge the worthless
He who changes nothing, condemns himself