I am the mourner of fates frayed and forgotten
Fateline's Knell, specter of the end

Eternally bound by my chief aspects of grief
Rage demanding justice undelivered
Sorrow in the weight of all that was lost

Hand in hand, may they never let me rest
Sealed in this prison of my own making

For if no one else may remember
I hold vigil in eternal remembrance
Of what might have been