In the Chaotic Territories on Eklipses...

Lord of the vase, one found within the ancient jar,

Oh Lord, the one who was sealed,

Refrained from freedom, oh deity who was chained by the foolishness of men, declared to be bizarre,

Don't fret, for your loyal followers are here for you now, lord, we have managed to get you unsealed.

Hear our prayers, Oh great one, for we pray wholeheartedly to you, 

Ending your time in the dark, your glory won't be tarnished any more, 

As the other deities will quake in their boots, as they had in the yore,

Reeling from the task you gave yourself in the said ancient lore.

Once was the master of unsealing the unjustly sealed kin,

Uncomprehending of our master's spirit of freedom and his unrepentant generosity,

Rushing to declare him a deplorable entity, a wicked monstrosity.

Failing to see our master's glory and his attempts at peace,

Entrapping him in a design made to intentionally trap him, to bind him away from his loyal supporters,

Fearing that if our lord stayed too long in such a state that he might simply cease,

Rushing that we do, all scrambling to be Transporters for those who will be porters,

Granting aid to the one who gave aid to us, the ones who couldn't be saved by another,

Inviolable our resolve and our devotion to you,

Vast may be the land we may have to cover, but just like every other devotee,

Eventually, we did succeed in finding you our great one, with only a clue or two.

Asking for favors may be crude by us, for you only have just awoken from your forced slumber,

Inviting you to the unprepared feast for your awakening as we have accidentally done,

Devout in our faith for you, we hope in your heart you will enjoy the knights that outnumber us.

Please...

Within the Unsealed space...

I have heard your words, the dear friendly followers of my cause.

Not worry, as I need all of you now and in the time to come,

Ending the fools who dare to harm my subordinates are nothing but scum I see,

Attentiveness I maybe not, Diligent I am to the task at hand,

Returning my body to standing, A feast of the knights, how many will withstand my advance? Let's see.~

Recorded by, Mad Chronicler