So here we’ll sing a song about the High Lord’s Men.
Now I’ll only do it once so don’t you ever ask again.
Many facets make the High Lord and every facet gets a Mask.
To list the Twelve which take those names shall shortly be my task.

I give you a passage about the facet called Greed.
It is a creature accustomed to a most dread deed.
The Epitome of Avarice is how his name is sung.
We never did once like the way those few words hung.

Loneliness is a thing which many understand.
Yet hardly any can compare to this High Lord’s Man.
The Abandoned Forlorn is what we call the beast.
Emotions of others make up his favorite feast.

Now Sadness might be a thing you know too well.
But when it comes to this one his life is a living hell.
The Nomad of Sorrow sees only that emotion true.
So the rest of his life is jaded by shades of blue.

So here we’ll sing a song about the High Lord’s Men.
Now I’ll only do it once so don’t you ever ask again.
These poor souls, whenever they delve deep inside.
Their Mask is something from which they can never hide.

Pure Hate is a thing that is usually rare to cross.
Yet this passionate Man is never at a loss.
The Uplifted Execration feels only Hate’s burn.
A moment’s reprieve is all for which he can yearn.

All know the twinge of Jealousy and how it feels inside.
Sadly that is all this poor man has deep beneath his hide.
The Invidious Stalker walks the paths with pining grace.
You will know him by the markings on his face.

Fear of the day or even Fear of the night,
Fear is something which always blinds his sight.
The Highborn Consternation within does this emotion smolder
He’s easy to pick out for he is always looking over his shoulder.

So here we’ll sing a song about the High Lord’s Men.
Now I’ll only do it once so don’t you ever ask again.
Masquerading is fun, yet what can you do,
When your costume's mask becomes part of you?

Silence is just a thing when there's nothing for the ears.
Perhaps it should be a warning, habringer of our fears.
He was named the Ever Silent, silent one.
Not a single sound at all?  Now that isn't much fun!

Let me tell you about a place where only Shadow lies.
This one wears a mask that all others can only despise.
The Cardinal of Silhouettes weaves shadows as well as song.
To hear his haunting auras means that your time s’no longer long.

Void is a thing just like we have in space.
So where can this Mask pretend to have a face?
The Escalated Vacuity is the way the world knows this man.
Being near this damned creature is like going through a fan.

So here we’ll sing a song about the High Lord’s Men.
Now I’ll only do it once so don’t you ever ask again.
Nine down, three more and my song is sung.
The final Masks gain reprieve from the deadly one.

I present a passage about the one of Harmony.
T’is something all things seek down to the smallest pea.
The Congruous Ascendant is the way we weave its name.
Very few creatures of enlightened minds can hope to feel the same.

Passing Judgment is never easy, yet we do it every day.
Would you believe me if I sang that his was the only right way?
The Eminent Deliverance is how he’s come to be known.
A judge of deepest reverence and of the greatest reknown.

A final verse I weave about a Balance pure and true.
None in the world claims to understand the obvious like you do.
The Purveyor of Cycles is the final one to show.
One so attentive you’d never think to know.

So here we’ll sing a song about the High Lord’s Men.
Now I’ll only do it once so don’t you ever ask again.
So that’s the Men that wear the Masks in this play of plays.
They all roam the world and serve the High Lord’s ways.