Cult of the Ophidian

As the sun falls to rest and moons rise to the night
 Where the shadows crest the Watcher's eyes are wide with fright
 Something stirs in the land to the east
 The eyes go black he tears the present back, for the future's what he seeks
 All that we know is gone and our island's set ablaze
 All that is left are those: the demonic, mad, depraved
 Rivers of blood begin to flood the streets as they suffer defeat
 But by his command I glean what I can from these visions filling me
 We fight our own kin whom pledged to The Sin
 For its power they seek
 I cannot believe these mage's wills would bend so easily
 Alas in the temple of the sky
 A darkened presence looms, but it's avoiding my all-seeing eye?!
 Try to focus but that power floods your mind
 Then the Ancient Teacher's voice snaps him back to current time
 Avast! The world is ending! would you die right where you stand or would you fight for your clan!?
 Listen to my demand
 There is a darkness that comes to this protected land."
 "Avast! The world is ending! Would you die right where you stand? Why don't you heed my command!?
 Well to hell with you then
 I go to warn the Elder of this urgent premonition"
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 He rushes alone headed straight to the throne
 To warn the Elder of his fate
 As he moved for the doors he felt his body disintegrate
 The next thing he knew the whole islands in view in the Temple of the Sky That's when it caught his eye and truth revealed the lie
 For there the Elder stood
 Crooked smile, serpentile, creeping ever closer
 "My dear Watcher don't you see the world you knew is over?
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 But here's a gift for your clan for those who've stood for centuries to guard us as we hatched our plan
 Didn't you notice no one heeded your commands?
 Live on, unseen, unheard, unfelt! Well that is, if you can."
 Avast! The world is ending! would die right where you stand or would you fight for your clan!?
 Listen to my demand
 There is a darkness that dwells in this protected land
 "Avast! The world is ending! would die right where you stand? Please someone hear my command!"
 No one was warned of his plan
 Now the sheep fall prey to The Cult of the Ophidian
 Wandering through the city
 It was as if he had become a ghost
 For in his meditation
 They dissected his spirit from his host
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 They damned the Watcher
 His lack of warning sent them to their grave
 They damned the Watcher
 Never knowing that he too was betrayed