Pharaoh who cry's in night of day…
And a sea that splits…
Revealing secrets hidden away…
Ships that sail into the moons glow…!
Has tasted sweetness…
Tears that flow…
From the mask…
Of the Pharaoh…
Oh birth that wishes to be of time…
From tears, those are of my soul…
But the only mask I have…
Is the one made of gold…!
And the tears still…flow…
From the mask…
Of the Pharaoh…
AGAINST THE ARCHONS With the Valraphs, Brother Jacob goes on a dangerous journey across the lost continent in order to confront The Dire of Melancholia. Guided by a Lizardman Sahkah, he finds himself at one time in a v
- but the body protests, so I'll just visualize behind closed eyes.