Let no man breach the gate to this most blasphemous of hallsLest bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reapHe must n’er become a slave to this Child’s beck and callFor she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep..The monastery stood towering above the ruined cityIt shadowed all the new emerging settlements and homesTo look down on the ruins was to sympathize and pityAll the suffering and heartache, all the graves and broken bonesFor buried there a testament to the evil of a queenA misery that spread across a weak and stricken landThe crimson birth that swamped the earth in dark and deadly dreamsAnd all mankind did bow beneath the power of her hand