Who are you? "The poor son of my mother..." Who are you? "A man of sorrows on his way through life..." How tragic, the vision's sapped into darkness Who are you? Why seek thou wisdom here? In the bowels of the great Stygian Abyss... Despair... We mourned a knight, his dream, our doom On the day he pa**ed away... These halls remember days, days before the fall Days of glorious hope, of unity fulfilled, seemingly so real... Without him, collapse of civilization... Forgotten, our memory sealed within To die with the last of our kind... Long years have been pa**ing by A scattered few survive Though at loss, the old ideals we strive upon Splendor's gone, the dream's no more, our Sun is stone Virtues High, through endless night, cast forth their light... Be welcome... Accept the cup of oblivion...