He was a son of our great king,
but his father could never think or foresee
the darkness that his son was bearing inside
and that he had chosen a foreign guide.

Born royal son he became a betrayer,
spreading foreign faith, words and prayers.
He denied and forsake our gods and his kin,
he accused our native faith as a sin.

He abandoned his people's beliefs and traditions,
taking the side of the dark and malicious,
but then our ruler raised the sword
against his own son's malignant goal.

"Now I will warn you that if you go on
you will not live to see the next dawn.
Here I ask you to leave this faith
for when the sun rises it will be too late."

"This faith I'm now dying for by father's hand
will soon be spread through all of your lands.
No matter that I'll die cursed and uncrowned,
temples of my god will rise from the ground."

And then the king raised his glorious sword
while the betrayer was praying to his lord.
"You've chosen your path and your blood will be shed,
as betraying your roots and true faith means death."

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