At Crater's edge I stood
As fortune foretold of a cosmic hood
A comet of chaos pure evil and good
Adorned with the stars from which he came
Outlandish his movements defied logic and space
In a moment upon me disguised by cosmic embrace
Bolts of black pain coursing through my veins
Rending my grip from his clandestine fate
Collecting my strength
Wanes my foe's cloaked
Face enigma displacing
The fabric of my plane
As crater's edge gave way
A foothold of fortune amidst the fray
With dear Fourenia as my stay
Leverage and luck herald my escape
Victorious yet bloodied
Bruised but unbroken
The wailing sow laments the lamb
Tell me what's happened?
The fortunes were true
Where are you going?
I'm taking the child
What have you done?
I'm taking the child your job is done
I'm taking the child your job is done
I'm taking the child your job is done
