
ALT «They Follow The Fourteen that oversee our World, They Obey the Imperial Lord Their Uncountable army, their gilded Claws, Their maws of Gold... Fear not People of our Empire, The times of war are long gone; The cycle of the 'Delirant King' had begun. They will no longer be a Bad omen for you; they will no longer seek your Doom»

ALT «If you tremble, I tailor the air, If you falter, I soften your despair. Joy is a thread, sorrow a stain, I trim the excess, Refine the pain Fear not the gaze from the clocktower high, nor the roses that bloom where the quiet ones lie. Happiness shatters like delicate glass... I am the hand that ensures it shall last. If you feel me near the door, it is not pursuit — it's care, nothing more. nothing shall fracture nor decay. all shall remain... precisely my way»













