The dark angel comes at night.
pierces the King with a deadly kiss,
With great black wings he spreads his blight.
and his curse on Candelabria hiss.
The candles flicker in fear and wane
With their master slow adrift
The eternal life that was a gift
It’s now eternity of struggle and pain,
The only way to the curse cope
lies in the temples of the Architects,
but the darkness grows its effects
To destroy their legacy and hope.
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