Scorned Are They Who Watch Us With Ancient Green Eyes Emeralds That Watch The The Tides Go High And Low. Their Souls Filled With Evil Wisdom, Undead, Alive, Wandering Through The Aeons... Possess Me, Erase The Fear. Bless Me, Nourish Thy Proteges. Caress Me, Dry Out The Fear. Enlighten Us, Blow Us Might, Strength And Wisdom. Mysterious Are Your Ways For You Have Petrified Those Who Usurped Your Glory, Little Pretty Puppets Pawns To Your Triumph. They Crawl, They Hiss, They Yell They Mourn Yet They Will Never Brandishthy Torch Their Lifes We Cherish, Ornaments To Your Ebony Throne Slain This Debris Shall Be... Fools Acknowledging What They Will Never Percieve Fiends Forlorn Shall Quench Their Thirst With Their Tasteful Liquids.