Philosophers of the modern world, You dare to challenge me Those who will foil me us such weapons as I do. I am the king for those who must kneel. Out of this darkness such pleasures you feel I am the serpent out nothing created. Giving shape to fear through temptation. Blazeheart Holding a candelabrum In the up high tower chamber where the walls are dressed with scarlet velvet Winds blow from east to west as the forest weeps.