XIV, Phase Three: THE SUPPLANTING OF THE MISTRESS
Oh, you supreme Goddess of the Light
No longer in communion with the Father who bore you
No connection to his realm save Karlaniul
Regent of Heaven and Sire of the Dark
Has he not told you of our coming?
This world is not yours alone any longer
The gilded lamps of your glorious age may dim
You may see no more your preeminent hand
But instead the faces of your new brethren
Behold your charges already turn from Light
They seek what resurrection your betrayal took
When your exile first began
Here they’ve been reminded of their former Lord
They look to him again and to the Music
Fear not—we are subject to your works
The Twelve are our forebears
Please watch over us in this City of Life
Regard the marriage with the maidens of your hand
The Light most of all among the Works
Most of all above the Powers
The Light is what will sustain us
Should you only one day reaffirm your Might
Reclaim the throne you will lose in time
Restore the order of the first Albayain
In the presence of the second Humans
We shall regard Golden Nature as King and Queen
If you only adopt us in word and deed and love
