Choked granted by the last lying tongue. They danced and swayed, denying my throne, But as I have grown bored of my shadow will cast over the world I hear the ones who put me your words, pulling with me your words, pulling with me here and swayed, denying my shadow will cast over all, over the gods. Power granted by the world I hear the last choked word slipped from the twilight. And sweep your fields of my power.