A play on the reign of the Dread Emperor Traitorous. Its final monologue can be found in the epigraph of Interlude - Crescendo:
“Then let us be wicked,
Let us be reddest ruin
Rent, broken, crooked
Black hearted and cruel
Then let us be doom,
To both friend and foe
Fly banner of gloom
We lowest of the low
Rise, rise all ye villains
You rogues and madmen
Proudly claim the stage,
Of this wondrous age
We are not kind or just
Deserving of any victory
We are a thing of dust
Promised only misery
So smile, Tyrants,
And let us be wicked”