8. The Dark History Unveiled

High in the cliffs where the blizzards blow wild, I found the high temple where secrets are piled. Janos Audron, the golden-winged king, What cosmic reveal will his ancient voice bring? He looked at my wraith-form, no horror or dread, He knew of the prophecy, he knew where it led! The vampires were noble, protectors of light, Until a dark curse turned their glory to night! The Hylden were banished, a terrifying race, Cast into the underworld, erased from this place! They cursed the defenders with hunger and blood, To ruin the empire where the guardians stood! The lineage of fire! The ancient design! The guardians of balance were pure and divine! The human crusaders! Are killers of ghosts! Led by the lies of the sorcerer hosts! Janos is weeping! The prophecy screams! Tearing apart all my sanctified dreams! He showed me the Reaver, before it was bound, The pure, empty steel where no soul could be found. It was forged as a vessel, a savior's own tool, Not the terrible weapon of a tyrant's dark rule! But the peace was destroyed by a shattering blast, The Sarafan inquisition broke through the past! My own human self led the murderous pack, To strike down the ancient, a brutal attack! "My human self... the great Sarafan inquisitor Raziel... tore out Janos Audron's heart before my very eyes! The Heart of Darkness... stolen by the monster I used to be. The loop is tightening." The lineage of fire! The ancient design! The guardians of balance were pure and divine! The human crusaders! Are killers of ghosts! Led by the lies of the sorcerer hosts! Janos is weeping! The prophecy screams! Tearing apart all my sanctified dreams! "Janos fell, dead. And my human self marched away with his heart. The rage inside me completely consumed my mind. I pursued them back to the stronghold... ready to butcher my own past."