Taking control of this place made us witness a horrid truth:

“Rush the spiral steps above,
through the graves of broken gods.
Say a prayer, it’s behove,
you have won, despite the odds.

Grasp the force that rules this place,
squeeze it tight, it is now yours.
Mount the Throne that you now face,
watch the fate as it unfolds.

You were late, the deed was done,
Fright Lord took his wage as told.
What you own, he threw away,
for his child, that he now holds.”