The wise Kings of old
Heard their Stories told
When Gods and Men
Fight togehter 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 Blade
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