I am Karzoug, crowned in ciphered flame, Runelord of Greed—remember well the name. I bind the hidden laws beneath my hand; The buried vaults obey my dark command. No mortal vow can purchase what I prize, No tender gaze can rival golden eyes. Through vaulted stone my sovereign treasures sleep; I count their weight, and wake the roots of deep. Gild My Heart, let every chamber gleam, Make the metal of my soul outlast a dream. Love is dust; the hoard is mine to keep— Gild My Heart, and seal it hard and deep. I turn the runes; the ancient seals divide, And wealth crawls forth from darkness at my side. Unworldly hunger, sharpened into art, Commands the stars to yield their golden heart. If flesh could take the alchemist’s decree, I’d forge this heart in gold eternally. No pulse, no plea, no mortal claim would start— Just sovereign gold where once there beat a heart. Gild My Heart, let every chamber gleam, Make the metal of my soul outlast a dream. Love is dust; the hoard is mine to keep— Gild My Heart, and seal it hard and deep.
