Wrought from the fires of Tatarus,
Comes one with a heart of fire.
Whose eyes glimmer with mirth eternal,
as he sets the world on fire.
Low and behold the darkened days and,
cold emotionless nights.
As the world is rocked with death so fierce,
it's the Blight that ends all Blights.
Rue your misfortune,
Oh ignorant ones!
For Lucian is here,
and your time has come!