by Nick Gisburne
The devastating power of a sun
Enough to crack the walls of space and time
Imagine it, what damage could be done
What treachery, what devastating crime
Within these hands, alone I hold the key
To subjugate the cities of the earth
I bring a fate they never thought to see
The world in ashes, and a dark rebirth
The Circle of the Sorrows gives me this
Its columns, black, electrify my bones
To tame the surge, the harmony, the bliss
I touch the ancient symbols on the stones
The power, mine to channel, to abuse
Has bent the key and blown the only fuse
