Cult of the Ophidian

As the sun falls to rest, and moons rise to the night

Where the shadows crest, the Watcher's eyes are wide with fright

Something stirs in the land to the east

The eyes go black, he tears the present back, for the future's what he seeks

All that we know is gone, and our island's set ablaze

All that is left are those, the demonic, mad, depraved

Rivers of blood begin to flood the streets as they suffer defeat

But by his command, I glean what I can from these visions filling me

We fight our own kin whom pledged to The Sin, for its power they seek

I cannot believe these mage's wills would bend so easily

Alas, in the temple of the sky

A darkened presence looms, but it's avoiding my all-seeing eye?

Try to focus, but that power floods your mind

Then the Ancient Teacher's voice snaps him back to current time

"Avast, the world is ending

Would you die right where you stand or would you fight for your clan?

Listen to my demand

There is a darkness that comes to this protected land

Avast, the world is ending

Would you die right where you stand?

Why don't you heed my command?

Well, to hell with you then

I go to warn the Elder of this urgent premonition"

He rushes alone, headed straight to the throne

To warn the Elder of his fate

As he moved for the doors, he felt his body disintegrate

The next thing he knew, the whole islands in view in the Temple of the Sky

That's when it caught his eye, and the truth revealed the lie

For there, the Elder stood

With a crooked smile, serpentile, creeping ever closer

"My dear Watcher, don't you see the world you knew is over?

But here's a gift for your clan

For those who've stood for centuries to guard us as we hatched our plan

Didn't you notice no one heeded your commands?

Live on, unseen, unheard, unfelt! Well, that is, if you can"

"Avast, the world is ending

Would you die right where you stand or would you fight for your clan?

Listen to my demand

There is a darkness that dwells in this protected land

Avast, the world is ending

Would you die right where you stand?

Please, someone, hear my command!"

No one was warned of his plan

Now the sheep fall prey to The Cult of the Ophidian

Wandering through the city

It was as if he had become a ghost

For in his meditation

They dissected his spirit from his host

They damned the Watcher

His lack of warning sent them to their grave

They damned the Watcher

Never knowing that he too was betrayed