Nicholas Abaddon (that one day in that one year / The Sacred Plain Of The Old Ones)

In despair he rode away,
leaving the world behind,
he thought he could bring the light,
but found only a walled in door.
Idols crowded him,
Demanding his Way begone from them,
To leave all minds in their fists.
He rode to find another way to spread his light,
oh Great Master, how far did you ride?
Despair crushed his soul and his Way,
He left us to our gold,
Now we split from him and all.
Without the Way all idols are silent.
Now we are empty of all and the mind has collected mold.
Oh we shall never forget you all wise Sage.
Never forget the Great Master.