As the sun falls to rest and moons rise to the night
Where the shadows crest the Watcher's eyes are wide with fright
Something stirs in the land to the east
The eyes go black he tears the present back, for the future's what he seeks
All that we know is gone and our island's set ablaze
All that is left are those: the demonic, mad, depraved
Rivers of blood begin to flood the streets as they suffer defeat
But by his command I glean what I can from these visions filling me
We fight our own kin whom pledged to The Sin
For its power they seek
I cannot believe these mage's wills would bend so easily
Alas in the temple of the sky
A darkened presence looms, but it's avoiding my all-seeing eye?!
Try to focus but that power floods your mind
Then the Ancient Teacher's voice snaps him back to current time
Avast! The world is ending! would you die right where you stand or would you fight for your clan!?
Listen to my demand
There is a darkness that comes to this protected land."
"Avast! The world is ending! Would you die right where you stand? Why don't you heed my command!?
Well to hell with you then
I go to warn the Elder of this urgent premonition"
He rushes alone headed straight to the throne
To warn the Elder of his fate
As he moved for the doors he felt his body disintegrate
The next thing he knew the whole islands in view in the Temple of the Sky That's when it caught his eye and truth revealed the lie
For there the Elder stood
Crooked smile, serpentile, creeping ever closer
"My dear Watcher don't you see the world you knew is over?
But here's a gift for your clan for those who've stood for centuries to guard us as we hatched our plan
Didn't you notice no one heeded your commands?
Live on, unseen, unheard, unfelt! Well that is, if you can."
Avast! The world is ending! would die right where you stand or would you fight for your clan!?
Listen to my demand
There is a darkness that dwells in this protected land
"Avast! The world is ending! would die right where you stand? Please someone hear my command!"
No one was warned of his plan
Now the sheep fall prey to The Cult of the Ophidian
Wandering through the city
It was as if he had become a ghost
For in his meditation
They dissected his spirit from his host
They damned the Watcher
His lack of warning sent them to their grave
They damned the Watcher
Never knowing that he too was betrayed