The Night Enchantor they called him,
His fame was akin to the reaper grim
For with a single word he would
Burn down empires as if made of wood.
He was taken down from his throne
One fateful night and never seen again
Destroyed was all that he had gained,
Power, wealth… He was left with flesh and bone,
As the shadow of a shadow,
Nothing remained of his powerful glow.
Though gone from this world he was not,
Only forgotten, locked away to rot;
Many a year has passed since then
And so much has changed in the world of men
But in his heart never wavered
The deepest of desire, oh sweet-flavored!
Past glory he would again claim
And old enemies would perish in flame…