13. The Citadel of the Ancients

I walk the halls where the first vampires bled, Through the Citadel of Ancients where the prophecies led. The murals on the walls show a dark, wings of fire, A destiny of balance, a sovereign's desire. The lines are clear, the history was faked, By the parasite god while the entire world ached. I hold the broken pieces of the cosmic design, Ready to reclaim what is rightfully mine! Deep in the Underworld, chained to the rock, I hear the ancient giant mock! The Elder God demands that I feed his great loom, Condemning all of Nosgoth to an architecture of doom. But I break from his tentacles, I shift to the light, To find my own answers in the historical night! The citadel falls! The secrets divide! With the wraith and the vampire on the opposite side! We chase the same truth through the cemetery stone! But each of us marches to the battle alone! Moebius is lurking in the shadows of the shrine, Spinning more illusions for my dynastic line. He thinks I am a puppet to be slaughtered and cast, But a vampire king is the master of the past! I hunt his Sarafan through the snow and the cold, As the final chapter of the world is unrolled. The Scion of Destiny will not bow his head, To the dynamic lies that the humans have spread! The citadel falls! The secrets divide! With the wraith and the vampire on the opposite side! We chase the same truth through the cemetery stone! But each of us marches to the battle alone! "Kain was searching for the same answers as I. Our paths were converging in the spirit forge, and the final confrontation could no longer be delayed."