Know this, foreign queen, for I am the Queen Asor

Whose resplendence once outshone the stars and the sun,

Whose riches were without limit, and bounty without measure,

Whose cities and wonders were best in the whole of the world,

And whose power was unmatched the world over.

I tamed the River-Dragon, and chased off death and pestilence.

I shook the mountains, and shackled the rivers.

I brought petty kings to heel, and from their puny kingdoms I built the greatest empire in the world.

And I brought order and law upon the land.

My deeds are without end, and my legacy without equal.

And though my court festered with a league of traitors and leeches,

Know, O Queen, that I was Queen of Queens, and that my will was made unbreakable law.

And that all those betrayers brought ruination upon their houses,

Their names forgotten but their horrid deeds remembered,

Their souls obliterated, and their descendants cursed forever.

And though I have fallen, my spirit and legacy endure, and with them my Mantle.

So upon this stele in the ancient Sun Plaza,

Before the Celestial Node, that once housed the spirit of greatness and iridescence

In the City of Asor, that stood tall and proud when the universe was still young,

Where goddesses once walked and the laws of the universe laid down,

Before the gaze of the sphinx-spirit Urak, she-who-protects-my-legacy

Know the promise of my Mantle,

But also my curse.

Know this, foreign queen who takes up my Mantle,

My legacy and my splendour shall bring you one hundred and sixty thousand wealths,

And four hundred joyous harvests, and stars-given health,

And affluence that shall make the most prosperous turn jealous,

But know that you serve my city, my empire, and me,

And that we are one and the same.

Whosoever defiles my spirit and my soul will bring upon them and their matriarch doom and despair,

For their crops shall wither, and their nodes shall crumble,

Their blood made poisoned and their spines made brittle.

Their courts shall betray them, and their names be forgotten,

Their graves pilfered, their children made hideous.

But woe be to she who destroys my legacy,

For the entire land shall be doomed for his sacrilege,

The earth will shake, the water turned to tainted blood

The animals frenzied, and the dead vengeful,

The sky shall fall, and the world shall burn,

And woe be upon all those wretches who walk the land,

For they and their souls will be discarded to annihilation,

Forever, and ever, till the end of time,

So take up my Mantle, foreign queen,

And make reborn the glory I brought upon the land,

But beware, inferior successor,

She who dares claimed my Mantle, and only permitted to do so at my leisure and leave,

Beware my divine wrath,

And remember me.