The Mask of Judgement, the Helm of Darkness Crown of the Chthonic King who weighs human souls The curved horns of ivory, the lidless eyes The grafted face of the Dark Bridgekeeper, faceless forevermore Will you don the Mask, the Mask of Judgement? And witness through its eyes what cannot be unseen? Mortal men perceive this world through veils and shadows; Through the Mask even the weakest can see with eyes unclouded. Locked away beneath the Earth A sepulchre of godly worth The Mask is buried with the bodies of all who strove to wear it The dessicated bones of kings and heroes line the tomb Their ascension fuelled by divine sight That also spurred their fall Journey to the womb of the world Where death was born, where demigods are interred. Don the Mask, gain the knowledge divine, Ascension towards death! Journey to the womb of the world (The Mask of the Judgement, the Helm of Darkness) The relic sleeps, awaiting those who dream To rise into realms of the Divine To see truth and be.

In the time before mankind, lots were drawn, domains defined, Gods divided, fate decided, spheres of influence aligned. Sky and ocean, war and hearth, storm and river, mind and heart: Realms shaped for mortal souls, infinite but numbered. Man was formed from clay and dust, temporary vessels for a spirit. Souls sealed into a mortal form. Capable of traversing the realms of gods but bound, To a final fate beneath the ground. The Eldest rules the underworld! Where mortal souls shall remain An afterlife of mists and shadows, Without light, but without pain Spoken: Thus was the first age of man auric but austere Their souls unweighed, but numbered days Meant life was all they would revere. Mankind's first age was ended by the youngest god, the last divine: He that holds dominion over discord and ambition. Desire grew to overthrow his eldest sibling's realm To forge a kingdom in the land beyond the dark waters Sinister desire! Necrotic empire! An army ever growing The dead shall not rest! Spoken: And so the Youngest wove a web of artifice and cunning To subdue the Eldest divine, the just and rightful Ruler of the Underworld. With face wreathed in shadow and weapons forged in the fires of stars He descended into the cavernous mists beneath the world, Crossed the dark waters unending, and entered the realm of his sibling: Whose silver throne is black and tarnished, and whose eyes see all. There, he challenged for the right to rule the dead. The younger, with evil cunning Strikes at the all-seeing eyes The Eldest subdued, but cannot be killed, And so the final humiliation The youngest takes the face of his sibling And with it, creates a MASK The eldest: faceless, Enslaved! To stand over the Dark Waters as Bridgekeeper Guardian of a realm usurped Mankind lament Sins to repent Gods' abomination! Facial excarnation! The Mask of Judgement born Chthonic Empire formed.

A cosmos thrown into disorder, Domains of gods ripped and usurped. In the shadows grows a power Amassing the ethereal. Boundaries now thrown asunder, In the spaces lies a niche: A deity sans definition Now with godhood in her reach! That which is not defined Remains real! She will unite the unaligned And force the world to kneel! A legion grows, without sound Without orders or a banner. Their flesh and bones begin to twist To suit their mistress's desire. Vow to serve her wicked will! Pupils shrink into a line, Tender hands become cruel claws, Animals crepuscular! Between night and day is her domain; The violet twilight her disguise. Monstrous legions praise her name The violet gem in violent eyes! The Servants of Amethyst The Servants of Amethyst The war begins Nations fall Lady Amethyst Will overtake all None could hope to stand against the Twilit Tide The end of man Mighty empires crushed by the servants of the void Facing certain doom, the kings of men prepared a spell To steal away an artefact from the depths of hell! The Mask of Judgement would be bound To the mortal earth, beneath the ground To provide mankind the wisdom Needed to survive. The wrath of Underworldly Kings Would never be escaped, But with this boon they might see Their kingdoms left unscathed. The Mask of Judgement now secured, The council sought to save the world: Elected one of their number To wear the Eldest's face Agony omniscient But through the Mask a serpent's voice: Victory cannot be found, But still, there remains one choice. If Amethyst controls the earth, Dawn will never come again, And in this sunless twilight The very earth will freeze. Abandon earth, hide underground, The legions will soon freeze to death: Their mistress does not care for them And then the world you can reclaim, From the Servants of Amethyst (Frozen, abandoned) The Servants of Amethyst

And so, the human race retreated beneath the earth Under cover of twilit sky, the servants of Amethyst saw the walls of ice advance, Unstoppable. A night, a winter, unending, with no hope of dawn. The Sun silenced and bound, like his eldest sibling before him. And so mankind suffered, and lingered, with citadels of ice above, and the sepulchre of the Mask beneath. Watching. Waiting. Waiting for one who, by birthright, could don the Mask and, with its power, bring dawn forth. Progeny of the second divine to be usurped. The one who could lead mankind back to the surface, and destroy those who had taken it from them. The flaming arms. The burning sword. Victoria Solis. The Daughter of the Sun. Have no fear Take up arms The Demigoddess Will lead the charge Sword of flame Evil's bane The wicked cannot Speak her name We'll rise up Retake our home Ice and soulless Thralls dethroned From earth which lies 'Neath twilit rime She will bring dawn For Mankind! Victoria Solis! Daughter of the Sun! Divinity shining Like the coming dawn! Beings infernal, Monuments of ice, Will be forever banished! Dawn and paradise!

But all of this Was long ago. The names of gods Both ebb and flow. You have come here beneath the earth to seek The artefact which raises up the weak To godly realms of false divinity; We are those who fell prey to its deceit. KINGS AND HEROES ALL FORSWORN GODS AND GODDESSES IN LIFE NOW TRAPPED WHERE DEATH WAS BORN Ignore our warning at your own peril! Though you've ventured where evil creatures dwell, You are not prepared to face the truth The Mask of Judgement Will consume you! As I lay my eyes upon The Mask of Judgement, I feel the weight of the souls who wore it: Their might, their grace, their lust for power; Kingdoms, empires, revered as Messiahs! With it I'll join the ranks of their greatness: Divine, Hallowed, worshipped, venerated. No more thieving, starving, I'll destroy the law men cowardly kings HIDE BEHIND Don The Mask Don The Mask Don The Mask Don The Mask DON THE MASK OF JUDGEMENT, BEGIN YOUR ASCENSION! DESTROY, ENSLAVE THOSE WHO SCORNED YOU REWRITE THE LAW, REWRITE HISTORY ! THE CULT OF THE THIEF HAS BEGUN!