Baylon was just shy of manhood
When Lyrians showed up to fight
His father, Dante, rallied troops
To bravely lead their Oakenrite

First they dealt with council members
Who betrayed them with opened gates
Then they prepared for a last stand
Leaving the rest up to the fates

Terrible battle then ensued
With Dante leading with red cloak
With swords in hand they met them there
On battlefield with little hope

Spark powder blasts and steel song rose
The shouts and cries of men’s last breath
Through all this terror Baylon fought
Surrounded by the pointless death

But then when things began to clear
Lyria fled, the battle won
A sliver of hope grew inside
But from the ground Dante called, “Son!”

When Baylon rushed to father’s side
Dante cast a forbidden spell
Spilling black sands from Silent Sea
Then Dante died and went to Hell

Baylon’s heart and soul frozen cold
Screaming vengeance till voice was hoarse
He wiped away his final tear
Facing Lyrian’s returned force

Before he could begin to fight
Was pulled completely out of sight
Somewhere between the dark and light
Meeting the Goddess of Twilight

There she imparted all her woes
On blood and stone and sandy loam
There he swore an oath forgotten
Within the earth now called his home

The first to take black oath and fall
He then rose at her beck and call
Like a Kraken from shadow’s maws
Tearing down the Lyrian walls

He hunted them to ends of earth
Till he forgot the reason why
But he would not know any rest
Till he saw all Lyrians die

Baylon became the very thing
With black sands he had sworn to stop
A monster he had grown to be
Innocent blood upon his hands

As fate would have it, as it does
A Lyrian babe was taken
An angel stole it far away
In the sky of stars it’s written

Baylon the Fallen shall then face
Last Lyrian on equal terms
Heaven’s vaults and hell’s walls shall shake
Till one goes back to earth and worms

Come hither, human, hear my song
Listen close and remember well
Within this tune lies secret spell
To cast her out and back to Hell

Everything will be destined to restart
If no one discovers the real hierarch
The goddess weaves plans in chaotic dark
To cast black sands around your mortal heart