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Pale corpse, upon paler throne,
Thy grandest kingdom overthrown
Not by nail, but by age,
Doomed by fate to slow decay
O! To build a kingdom of bug and beast,
As they could never dream, but now
In wilds beyond they speak your name
With reverence and regret
So now behind this seal we lay
But through the stagways and the caverns
The cry reaches out, there is another
There is hope! There is light!
This, ghost, is the decision you have made
Will you let hallownest burn, or fade?