Silently misgiving clouds cover the sky.
Riot spreads; the birth of chaos is now.
Confusion. Turmoil. Our masses begin to roar.
Obdurate souls gaining powers like before.

Dethronement. Now is the time.
This throe will end.
Their defence collapse.
Beliefs won’t save them now.

Hibernation.
An ancestral awakening.
Hibernation.
Ready to burst.

They try placating the anger of their master.
But in defeat he will not take part.
Procrastination’s end. The dynasty shall fall.

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