A song of the King
In challenge and hate

Sayeth Oryx, Lord of Shapes
New-crowned King of the Taken
An echo of strength unfading

Where are my soldiers? Where are my sons?
I chart the screaming sea, I chart the endless dark.
Bound to see, to know, to understand
Nothing is beyond my reach.

The Deep speaks not to me
The Taken heed not my words
The Winnower beyond my reach.
Who are you, whispering in the dark?

You small voice, you quiet thing
Pathetic handful of nothing
Refuge of the desperate

Bar my way, would you?

This I vow:
An oath in blood
From the first pulse of my newborn heart

Whatever you are, I'll understand
And believe me, I'll take pleasure in the dissection
Your ribcage open and your whispers turned to wails

He who mastered shapes shall master you
So sayeth Oryx, Navigator to the last.