[Verse 1] In the darkened roundtable, behind a scholar’s gaze, He watched the world unravel through a thousand silent days. Books of ash and echoes, secrets carved in bone, He bore the weight of knowledge, but ever stood alone. [Chorus] All-knowing, all-forsaken, Crowned in truths the brave won’t face. He cast his faith in flame and stone, To guard a throne he can’t replace. Let none come near, let none remain— For all he loves, he must disdain. All-knowing, all-consuming, Master of a hollow name. [Verse 2] He knelt not to a Golden Grace, nor sang the Erdtree’s hymn, His trust was torn and scattered like runes grown faint and dim. Each Tarnished that he guided, each foe he let grow strong, A test of worth, a culling rite—to prove them right or wrong. [Chorus] All-knowing, all-forsaken, Blade and spell at wisdom’s call. In silence burned the final spark Of what he swore he’d never fall. Let none ascend, let none grow wise— He sees the end in every rise. All-knowing, ever dying, A tyrant crowned in scholar’s guise. [Bridge] What is knowledge, if not burden? What is truth, if none believe? What is loyalty, when purpose Twists the will and makes you grieve? Gideon stood, a wall of lore, Yet found no grace worth fighting for. [Final Chorus] All-knowing, all-devoured, Chained to truth too cruel to flee. He met the world, blade drawn and grim, A shadow of what he thought he’d be. Let none rise high, let none know peace— He is the end, the mind's disease. All-knowing, all-forgotten, A godless throne in a world deceased.
