The wise kings of old Heard their stories told When gods and men Fight together again
There would come a day Their prophets would say When man is near death He will bow and pray
Listen to me to what I say This is not that day Those of you who wish to pray An end I'll give with my own blade
A family torn Born to rule Cheated of the throne
The younger son And the chosen one Ripped a kingdom apart
Years of dirt Decades of pain Have seen me arrive At these gates again
The house of my birth A strange sight now I will watch it burn
Tears may fill these eyes Perhaps even after I die I am all that remains Of a once noble name
Listen to me to what I say This is not that day Those of you who wish to pray An end I'll give with my own bladeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
