Tourn du tourn la ve foutrano. Me itea malavekano peta. Le grociers ma tuve ra. Zaseioutaveau. It eta Zaseioutaveou. Hersch du himesch. Hesha tu du varu nei. Shesha mutavekulai. Indomalasiya est hom tu himesch du hersch. Tuvey gonji duveperuaeio.

Today today, I live today, tomorrow I will not know this day.
It is wrought with hunger, wrought with pain, eating the flesh of the Earth decaying.
Designed to fail, designed to faulter, it filles its soul with thoughts of hunger.
Deeper and deeper, to the core it goes, where all the souls of mankind flows.
Into the world it plunges its soul, into the core, the darkest flow.
Round and round, each of us swirl, burnt and bound, tumble and whirl.
Freedom does not exist, it does not feel, cry nor angrily twist.

Light now abated into the wraiths who swallowed their prize and grew darker evermore, until eyes ceased to function, the darkness has won.
Fear not, child shadow, your mother is gone to a better place. Madness stricken wraitsh and king come for the child now. Come with us to the throne of Zaseioutaveau, and he will take care of you and the illness you have taken from your mother. Riches and wealth, all you desire, come with us, take my hand in mairrage, dear child. Come to the butcher block, your final resting place. You will be set free, and I will guide you to what is wonderful, my dear, come, come there's no time to waste!

Darkness took the girl
within the citadel,
deep into its bowels,
where the reaper dwells.

Broken hunger, never appeased, the reaper can feel the treat coming to its feast.
Hungry, hungry, forever searching, eating all that comes lurching.
Here and there, it comes now, the queen of shadow wondering how, it came to be here,
this darkest tower, in the depth of hatred, the hungry power.
Reaching and reaching, it struck the queen, into the depths you can hear her scream.
Pain and anger, rage and spite, all this in a forever night.
Fear my king, fear his might, fear his darkness shining bright.
Blinded by the power of a god, a man who trod in the fog covered bog.
Taken in the shallows, to the deepest expanse, always doing the dead mans dance.

Frenzied confusion racks you now, my daughter of shadow, your mother thrives within me, just as you will any moment. Struck silent, I see. This is good, I don't wish you to scream.