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Depart from your castle, King of the stars
Let the earth be your resting place
The heavens spewed you out 
With pedals from the wilted flowers
Your enemies died in battle
Drenched in the blood of your fathers
You conquered many kingdoms 
The night air be your traveling ground
And the cold your comfort 
Knowledge of you is scarce indeed
With the hands of the dead holding your crown
The victor remains in the realms of the forgotten