The Sword

The Sword - The Chronomancer I: Hubris

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Feigned exultations in the court of autarch

Proclaiming heresies sublime

Sought by his enemies with lethal fascination

Self-styled traveler in time

He has learned forbidden wisdom

not meant to be known

His skin became a prison

where suffers his soul

Within the chamber buried deep below

was wrought the means of his escape

Across the aether the other one must go

to sleep until that distant day

Across the aether one must go

to meet her fate

The other buried deep below

as he awaits

Arcane science of temporal exploration

known to no one of his kind

Immortality through artificial transformation

To rule a world that soon will die

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