upon us all a call to arms begins,
with many monsters, heroes and more filled with sin.
This is today, and here comes tomorrow,
with little past and present borrowed.
Upon us all a vote was cast,
and given forward the answer is a must.
To go deep into slumber for the great of all,
a willing sacrifice of siblings is called.
Little too late for a different choice,
no alternative but to follow the voice.
So step into Seker's temple,
and meet your brother Pharaoh,
who's been asleep, too, with no more sorrow.
Welcome Roman, welcome Cassandra,
here lies each sarcophagus,
prepare for the embalming,
do not fret,
there will be no harming.
no need to weep.
And once you awake,
many moons from now,
you'll be cleansed,
you'll be pure,
you'll be free,
amongst the powerful three.
Now, now, Green one,
you will join in as well,
but let me tell you,
for you there's a different spell.
You are incorrigible,
you hurt, you maim,
one would have thought you'd learn to change,
such a shame.
So enter the Vault,
this here's your own fault.
You'll learn eventually,
that I am a patient and fair god,
and for that, I'll give you my word,
once I allow you to wake again,
nothing for you will be ever the same.
You will forget who you are and why you exist,
you will be at my mercy, Green,
that is the gist.
For every story needs a true villain,
but villain you are not,
merely an imperfect rough sketch,
like a dog that can't even fetch.
So sleep deep, Green brother of mine,
forever encased in stone,
you'll carry our burdens,
that will be your only throne.