| 1 | Curse the night, |
| 2 | Curse the unending white. |
| 3 | A planet asleep, a blanket of ice. |
| 4 | Even in death, cold is pain. |
| 5 | Curse the unyielding pain. |
| 6 | A thousand lashes, but a feathers’ touch, |
| 7 | An eternity of cursed form and virus a joy, |
| 8 | To this darkness alone. |
| 9 | Curse the dark. |
| 10 | Curse all manner of existence, |
| 11 | That through our wild arrogance ignored the grey. |
| 12 | A heartless, spineless immortal race with but one virtue. |
| 13 | A sense of never sleeping, nor of death |
| 14 | Their greatest fear. |
| 15 | A fear in which we drowned each moment. |
| 16 | A bottomless pit, never hitting the base, yet always falling. |
| 17 | Curse then ourselves, for being so foolish as gods. |
| 18 | Curse then the gods of the gods who fathomed such a curse. |
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Book VII - The Age of Death