This day power of nine wizards bestowed upon me
As the aeons pass the power of nine grows
In the night he consumes the weak gaining divinity through flesh
Heed the command the gods grow weary
Stricken with rage the powers stripped
Now in this state flesh and bone lay where man once stood
Mortal energies taken for the rite of the damned
Dwelling withing the palace of the unspoken
The words come to them with greater knowledge