The King is dead; long live the King
His realm collapses from it's own imposition,
having no regard for the masses
No pity for misfortunes
Valid of honor, and ne'er free from wickedness
A final descent to Avernus is easy
The Fates will find a way
Consider the end my King
Hail and farewell
Abandon all hope, ye Roi who enter
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