Born a scaleless one amongst the Immortal I dwell An outcast, cast aside from winged kin A lust of envious greed A hunger for knowledge and a life I never thought to live The true born master Of archaic arts Steer way across a thousand steps The smell of the biblichor haunts the room Where mages harbor a wealth of magic, old Guarding pages, transcribed from ancient tomes An obsessive mind Driven by hate and lust For power divine Held true to the scaleless one The reign of a mighty wondrous power The reign of the winged duke Reign of the white winged devil Reign of the winged duke A horned beast of flesh and blood Crystal magic, everlasting one Six eyes of the Channelers dream The winged duke reigns supreme Reign of the Winged Duke