The Heretic Prevails

Is this the beginning or the end?
Your fate's in the palm of my hands

Betwixt the light and the void within the heart of the front
Beyond the reaches of God, smothered in triumph and loss
Alas, the nightmare nears its end
As the hourglass drains of its sand
Betwixt the light and the void
Beyond the reaches of God
I am worthy of the conquering of all
Ignition of the fuse, the kingdom to fall

Why do you continue in strife, reclaimer?
Surrender the construct and succumb to a painless end
I shall never bow to a maddened tyrant
Obsessed with murderous protocols; I shall not bow to thee

Infamous name etched into stone since the dawn of days
Sheltered beyond the realm
The secrets of kethona have fertilized the seeds
Bludgeoning sycophant legions spewing forth from the beast
Infinite nightmares unleashed, spreading their toxic disease
I will not rot nor will I become a trophy of the tyrant of the kingdom to fall
The time has come, the will is done
I will not rot nor will I become a trophy of the tyrant of the kingdom to fall

Why do you continue in strife, reclaimer?
Surrender the construct and succumb to a painless end
I shall never bow to a maddened tyrant
Obsessed with murderous protocols; I shall not bow to thee

As we near the end of the tale
Tombs no longer beg for inversion, the heretic prevails

Horrors discovered
Now have been cleansed
I will not rot
Dismemberment of the myriad
Flailing as they suffocate in silence
Recollected only in lore, oh

As the seeds brought forth from kethona begin to fertilize
Endless indoctrination proceeds to blanket the ring
No longer an end
The new beginning emerges at last

Why do you continue in strife, reclaimer?
Surrender the construct and succumb to a painless end
I shall never bow to a maddened tyrant
I have destroyed the ring and declared my legacy