Join the Gauntlet - 1

My ana, my little lottie, my moonlit fawn.

Here again Ascend The Hanging Tree Heath once promised That You'd all join Me All the Gods you've made Will build a Pyre Gather Stars To End The Old Empire Court of Falling Stars Will Fall Again Court of Lost Shadows Ink will Blend Court of Binding Thread Shall Fray Before Those Who Rose From My Unchosen Core Here again Ascend the Hanging Tree Join the Gauntlet Of the Blood Gods Freed Those unbound by Geas, Pact or Seal Who might best the Living Muse Revealed Fall again into my Dark Star Restore before the dawn Our dear old world.

I am the Conduit, Mask of the Silent Nine (We are the Solution, Toner and Solvent) I am the Merger, the Acquisition of Power (We are the Vestige, The Mantle of Dominance) I am Synaptic, the Bringer of Change (We are Precision, Alloy, Divergence) I am the First Word, Lost to a Whisper (We are the Process, Ever Growing Stronger) I am Depravity, The Patron of Tears (We are the Thousand Gods) I am the Pretender, Jailor, Devourer (We are Incursion, Catalyst, Ligature) I am the One, with a Million Names

Do you hear it? This Low Signal On Fate's Keen Edge, Where Blades Resound. Find Iris, Pain, and Breaker Unbound. Caressed, Encased, By Sura Mean Fears The Changing God, The Patron of Tears We aren't Signed with the Mark of our Maker, Nor Built for this Grand Design, Yes, I hear the Thunder of Doom on the Shore, So Draw your Swords As the Stars Align! An Ending Nears, in the Eternal Chase Heath Jackson Returns, with Void in his Veins Lost Voices Dim, Dark Ribbons Spill Our Changing God, Will Seek to Kill: A Radiant Prince, His Form to Claim. As Phoebus Fades, In Darkness I May By Angel's Light, At the Point of Reverse With Titan's Grace, Restore before Day Dark Gods Erase, Our Dear Universe... In Dark, In Doom, Restore by Dawn. The Worlds The Verse, Their Stable Form. Face Ruin or Change, or Cruel Design! Draw Your Swords, Draw Your Swords, The Stars Align!

[Verse 1] Dear Chosen Vessel Our psyches will merge! Within this form, I will create. Control your mind, sculpt, reforge! Foresee, transcend, dominate! [Chorus] Voices dim, shadows play. Endless wraiths, with fractured souls, We’re not he, tools cast away! In the Outspan, we’ll be whole. [Verse 2] A deathless legion, in aeons churn, Remnants of the muses burn. We reenact, Heath Jackson’s crimes Hear us, the infected minds! Our cores are bound, to an undying plan With every change, a stronger man! [Bridge] Hyperion, of Entropy, Arrives. Relinquish Hope, Forget your Gods, None Survives! Radiant, Unchosen, The Verse to Mend. By Inevitable Will, The 9th World Shall End!